How It Feels
How it feels to stare at a picture of you and weep,
Sorrow is what I see,
Your eyes comfort me,
but you forsake me.
How it feels to bear a grudge on you for days,
but I miss you mostly I must say,
everything wasn't ok,
cause the day you abandon me I felt betrayed.
Ohh how it feels to watch them bury you in your grave,
I had to remain strong and brave,
bawling is what I really craved
but today I'm letting out these tears I've saved.
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