Of all the things I thought I wanted you wouldn’t have been my first option
When asked if I regretted anything walking away shouldn’t have been one of them
Of all the things I’ve lost, you shouldn’t be the one I want to keep
But there you are, there you always are
In the back of my head, poking at my already fragile mind, chipping away my sanity as if it were ice
Haunting me till the day I die
But oh silly mind, oh you silly foolish mind
To believe he’d ever come back now
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Really enjoyed this one especially the last two lines ........ did you mean at the back of my Head (not hard?)
Yes sorry I thought I fixed that
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