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Plagued


There was a time I thought there’d be A little thing called you and me And now I try and you don’t care But I can still feel something there You haunt my mind every day You plague my dreams but you won’t stay I wish I could make you go away But you’re in my heart, and you’re here to stay There was a time I thought you’d need Something other than your greed But now you won’t even look at me I guess I don’t measure to your vanity Thoughts of you weigh heavy on my mind Unlike the empty space next to me you left behind No trace of me resides in your head While I lie awake, alone in my bed Wanting yet despairing the descent into sleep You are mine in my dreams, but not mine to keep Day upon day I wish for you near But you will obviously never be here Your outlook on me is so not the same But, I love you. It’s simple. And you are to blame.
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