Your picture popped up again on my cell.
It's just another excuse for me to send you to hell.
Why do I bring myself more heartache, just thinking again, about you?
I try to tell myself that your unfaithful, and untrue.
But when you love someone, your heart feels the pain.
It lingers over and over again.
What's the saddest part of all, is losing you, I lost my best friend.
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