:: Misery ::
:: Lalala.. speaks for itself doesn't it? ::
Words of soft affection now hardly mean a thing
Times of recollection, sad memories they bring
Forewarnings left unheeded, are looked on with regret
The council that was needed, one easily forgets
The torture and the sadness, lives in the memory
The moment of the hurtful truth lasts for eternity
Presence that was once so dear now brings an awkward chill
Company of good cheer one avoids against the will
Changes in one’s feelings sadly alters another’s life
Everlasting scars of pain embedded by lost loves’ knife
Happiness that came so easy now is such a chore
The heart that once was full of love is empty and so sore
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