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At Best

Have you ever been in so much pain That your insides fell out of your scarred and shaking self? Where all of the places inside that once were alive are dead and suffering no more? Once your heart takes a hit From a hurricane It’s all rearranged Full of disaster, And water stains From your tears you cry. Like water from a leaking faucet Your eyes are never quite dry. Never quiet, When you lie down at night Put your face in your pillow pretending to sleep You cover your ears So you can’t hear yourself weep. You poor and lonely Heartbroken soul, Didn’t you know? Love is too fragile to keep Love is too fleeting to stay You should have known That when he went away He wouldn’t come back the same. Because JUST love, Can’t keep him warm And JUST love can’t keep him happy enough Until your next call Because he’s not happy With you at all. Because he’s moved on And left you out of breath From all of your guessing And all his regrets Have left you empty handed, At best.
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ashley-marie-warrer
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Jan 26, 2010
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9/5/09 Ashley Warrer

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