I can't stop myself from writing
All these sad poems about you
All I recall is the endless fighting
And the simple things you could not do
Sometimes your memory gets me down
I let myself get upset and blue
I remember your endless nights on the town
And wanting, more than anything, to strangle you
Most days I don't recall
Even the sound of your voice
In my mind I put up a wall
Behind it being my final choice
The choice for you to leave me
To pack your shit and go
Together we just weren't meant to be
You made me feel so low.
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