She's forgiven me I hope
After our last interlude
When I gave her the final note
Of what really happened to me in those last days
But she's back to her old ways
Perhaps they're her only way
And I'm back to sorry but this time its ok
But this time I pity her pain
When truthfully there is no pity no pain
This is just the way, her way and let it be as it may.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
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