I sit here and ask myself why I keep doing this, why I keep digging up the hurt, why I still carry the blame Did I let you go, or did you walk first and leave me holding the blame? I keep writing it all down in this old notebook, page after page, like that might sort it out Like maybe if I spell it out clear enough, you’ll come back and read it I leave the book open on purpose, on the table by the lamp hoping you’d see the mess I made and finally understand what you did to me Did you ever mean it when you said my name Did you ever look at me and mean what I thought you meant Why’d you keep me hanging around Why’d you toy with me like I was nothing to do but pass the time Why’d you take what I gave and act like it was owed to you So what did you leave me with What’s left in me after all that I keep checking and it’s just this tired, empty place No feelings left. Not the kind you can use anyway..................................................................................................................................................................................
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