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you miss me when I'm gone

and yet you hate me when I'm here

you say that you love me

but then behind my back, you call me weird.



I dont know how your brain works,

nor do I want to know.

But hold me tight and stop it

for smeday I might go.



i do not guarantee this

I know that for a fact.

you better be there for me

and keep your senses intact.



it is not my fault, I do know that

but I'm not sure if its yours

you sting like a bee or a thorny bush

or a salted wound or a pair of spurs.



I say salted wound but only because

some things hurt worst of all

I thought you'd be there for me

to catch me when I fall.



I guess I was wrong, but what else is new?

its not like I'm always right.

I do miss the days when we were closer

and when we were really tight.