What can I do?
Now your love, isn't true,
You love him, but I loved you,
This life we have forged,
Has left a gaping, wound gorged,
So I try to start anew,
I take the high ground,
I am up, looking down,
On the two of you always around,
But when I try to leave,
There is your face I conceive,
In my mind's eye, it's hard to breath,
So I try as I might,
Move on with my life,
But the hardest times are at night,
As I lay alone in our bed,
The pillow next to me, without your head,
Patiently waiting for myself to feel right,
I am drowning with sorrow,
Not looking forward to tomorrow,
Though you have been quite through,
In expressing your intentions with him,
I believe in my heart, your future, is grim,
But hey, what the hell do I know?
As the Sun casts it glow,
Through my bedroom window,
I feel as though, I am living in limbo,
I need to shed this festered skin,
To start all over and begin,
To reignite my light within the shadows
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