What Hurts the Most
What hurts the most is what we had
And we were always so close
Through the good and through the bad
But this is the life God chose
What hurts the most is what we shared
The memories we had together
It's sad to think that we once cared
Promising we'd be best friends forever
It's funny how we can't even smile
Or even exchange a "hello" or "goodbye"
I think to myself every once in a while
It's amazing how one can be dead but alive
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