Sorrow of the Night

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Why am I this way?
Why do I do the things I do?
I don't mean to...
But I do.

Babe,
I love you...
But I have lost all feeling.
I have become dead.

Why do I do this?
Why am I like this?
Build up something great,
Just to watch it fall.

Watch love grow...
Just to watch it get destroyed.
It's painful,
And sucks.

I'm so sorry.
I just wish you could understand
The way
My mind works.

No matter how much I love you,
My mind goes away,
And my emotions resolve
Into air.

Maybe I've just given my heart away,
Way to many times.
I'm sorry,
And I still love you...

Jess

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