You're With Her, And I Know

It's midnight,
And you're not here.
And I'm bursting into tears.
You don't even care.
You'd rather be with her,
Cuddling and stroking her hair.
I tell myself this every night,
You'll come home and you might;
Tell me all that you've done.
But until then I'll keep lieing to myself,
And say you are the one.





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