I remember seeing you walk into a room,
And I thought you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
I'd never believed in perfection until I saw you,
As I lay here and remember thinking I'd die if I didn't have you.
And I loved you.
I loved you so much.
I always ask you why you did what you did,
Feeling that since I loved you too much that you could treat me as you pleased and I'd never let you go.
I should hate you.
I should hate you for making my cry that much,
And for taking everything away.
But, I really should hate myself,
Because I know you only took everything because I gave it to you.
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Inside My Head
ПоэзияIt's hard to see behind someone's eyes; to see what is going on inside their head.