Walking Mat
I wonder how it could be like this
The things that were, I now miss
Its hard to see you with that guy
Its hard to know why i want to cry
I lost you once, twice, three times again
And yet it doesn't seem to ease the pain
Your with the one that makes you come back to me
Why don't you just see
That I am the one you should be with, understand that
I won't be your walking mat
Copyright © Zach Aurel Henderson | Year Posted 2009
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