she says to me
"it's a mystery
i just miss us
our perfect history
it was burnt down
the ashes created
my asthma attack
nothing good
not one damn thing
came from it
no lessons were learned
except that love hurts
and now we've grown old
and alone
and we're dying on opposite sides of the country
we never really got over each other
well i did and i'm sorry"
i feel nothing inside
and there's a puddle of tears on the floor
and now that i've cried
i can't cry anymore
so just forget me and go home
i need new enemies
so leave me alone
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