With each passing day
I can see without a doubt
That in the end you really don't care
There is no hope
There is no etc.
With each day I accept this more
Chastising myself each time I consider how long it is taking
To heal and to let go
And I wonder to myself
Why, would I, even offer you a thought
You who treated me so poorly without respect at the end
I wonder why tonight I feel longing
Why I sit missing you and wishing
Guess I truly gave my heart
Guess it takes a lot to get it back
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