Looking back,
I never know'
How I should be now, so how?
Looking back, at memories,
I wonder to myself.
'Should I give you more chances,
Or just leave you on the shelf? '
Looking back, I'm lonely now,
Friends a figment of imagination.
With you gone no-one's here.
Looking back, at arguements,
We handled in our silence.
How can I lie to the hurt,
In your heart?
How can I live without you,
In your part?
Looking back, I know that I
Have feelings new and true.
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