Investigation Pending
It's really sick to believe
I would ever want to think about you again.
It's hard to find any good memories,
none to my recollection.
Was so hard for you to show any affection,
couldn't meet any of my expectations.
Always coming up short
or never coming home at all.
Something I have to contend with
i guess all the time you were pretending,
think it's really all beyond any mending,
to me it was just plain offending,
investigation pending.
Copyright © Paula Reger | Year Posted 2010
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