Ex- Lover
Why?
Why must I always remember the good times?
The way you stroked my head when we were laid up together.
The kisses you planted on my lips
Why?
Instead of the times you left me, heartless
The day I found out about the other girl
The girl that was in the spot I was supposed to be
Why?
Still at you beck and call
Still letting you in when you call
Still loving you with every thing I have
Why?
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