I don't know how I got this way, my feelings for you still haven't changed. The good in me has gone away.
Sometimes I lay awake waiting for you to take my breath away, to tell me you wish you'd stayed, but asking for that is like getting struck by lightening more than once in a day.
You see I'm afraid this pain may never go away. But having these memories of you makes it kinda okay. and if i could have you once more i promise I'd change.
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