As I sit here crying, in agony
I can feel the life drain out of me
My heart is an empty hole
The feelings I should have
I'll never know
My love, my life, my soul, my world
He owns them all, even though
I'm not his girl
I look in the dark and always see his face
That is something even time can't erase
I'd rather die than be without him
Why me?
Kathy Choate
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