You used to hold my
You used to hold my hand,
one day you disapeared and I couldn't understand,
I couldn't see your struggles or your pain,
I never understood your long game,
He was sicker than I knew,
I wonder what that put you through?
You missed more than you knew,
I needed you too.
You lost him,
Thats what you knew,
But did you have to lose me to?
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