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I think you've made your point now
There are days where you make
my skin crawl
and nights when
I want to hear your voice.
There are moments
I would die
just to be in your arms
and hours
where I regret those thoughts.
Weeks go by
where you are a jaded, faded memory,
and months
where you haunt my dreams.
You dance around my head
on this sick, morbid
fantastic roller coaster
flying by so fast
I barely get a grip on you
before the ride is over
and there I stand
alone again
with nothing but a shoebox
of photographs
to remind me of what I try to forget.
