Gone

Love him while

You still can

As the hands of death

Wait for no man

Good To See You

We’ve already missed our moment

She said

So it’s best we don’t meet again

I know you love someone else

He said

But I’d still like to be your friend

I Know

I know

You’ll never ask again

I know

I missed my time

I know

You no longer feel the same

I know

You’ll never be mine

That

It’s
just not
right

That you
won’t be
here when
I look
tonight

It’s
just not
fair

That I’ll
reach for
your hand
and it won’t
be there

Pretty Sure

I’ll look again,
if you like,
but I’m pretty
sure there’s none.

Fun, happiness,
joy, laughter,
I’m pretty sure
they’ve gone.

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