Why, Oh Why

I try and try to write about
The love that keeps my heart beating 
And the love that tears it apart. 

I cry and cry every night about 
The hole in my chest that once was you 
And the hole in my chest that will continue. 

I pry and pry your mind 
To see why I am not enough 
And to see why and how our love went awry. 

I die and die every time 
I see pictures of her with you 
And I see pictures of when it was just
Me and you.



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