The sound of her name,
Makes me sick to my stomach.
All the memories,
Smashed into little tiny pieces.
Everyday eroding even more.
I see her in the halls.
The eye of a stranger,
When they so happen to meet.
I sometimes wish for her,
But then I realize that,
What she did to me,
Is not worth coming back.
The girl sitting in the corner
The grey walls
The glass frame
The friendship bracelet
That counted the memories.
Oh gee
People don't understand
When someone broke your heart
That you loved.
You thought they were better than that
Well o well i was wrong.
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