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Will this horrible pain ever go away? Was I right to let her go? Or should I have fought harder to get her to stay? Why is love so bold So beautiful, so strong Yet when it feels like my heart is finally sold It ends up feeling so empty and wrong Given to a person who doesn't seem to care. But when it counts, I'm left here always wondering where... Where to go from here, While I cry and shed my endless  tears Tears of hope, tears of  sadness... Tears of gladness and tears of madness Am I loosing my mind? Maybe I'm going crazy? Why is it I'm so loving and kind? Why is the love I receive always so hazy? I know that she loved me, It truly felt as though she set my soul free But now that she's gone, and left my side These feelings and emotions I no longer can hide. This bitterness I never knew she had Her true colors, so hurtful, so sad In some ways I guess I'm kinda glad? So today, I finally blow the horn No longer her smile, my soul she will adorn I guess that's why they say; "every rose has it's thorn"
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Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 6:49 AM UTC
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Will this horrible pain ever go away? Was I right to let her go? Or should I have fought harder to get her to stay? Why is love so bold So beautiful, so strong Yet when it feels like my heart is finally sold It ends up feeling so empty and wrong Given to a person who doesn't seem to care. But when it counts, I'm left here always wondering where... Where to go from here, While I cry and shed my endless  tears Tears of hope, tears of  sadness... Tears of gladness and tears of madness Am I loosing my mind? Maybe I'm going crazy? Why is it I'm so loving and kind? Why is the love I receive always so hazy? I know that she loved me, It truly felt as though she set my soul free But now that she's gone, and left my side These feelings and emotions I no longer can hide. This bitterness I never knew she had Her true colors, so hurtful, so sad In some ways I guess I'm kinda glad? So today, I finally blow the horn No longer her smile, my soul she will adorn I guess that's why they say; "every rose has it's thorn"
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Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 6:49 AM UTC
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