Why must it hurt,
So much at the thought of her face,
Face down in the dirt,
Living in disgrace.
I like her,
I really do,
Emotions astir,
Why must I like you?
I thought I meant more,
Then to be thrown aside for later,
Now my will is sore,
And the pain couldn't get any greater.
I keep talking to you,
And with each and every word I grow weaker,
Just because what I feel is still true,
Even as my future grows bleaker.
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