Missing Peices
There are missing peices
Inside of my heart
Everytime I see you
I fall a little more apart
No matter how much it hurts
Not seeing you is worse
How do I break
This horrible curse
I loved you so much
I just got lost
I'd do it again
No matter the cost
Is the little bit of wonderful
Worth all of this pain
If you're not willing to lose
You have nothing to gain
Copyright © April Thomas | Year Posted 2006
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