Without
I want to know why it's always my fault
You are never responsible for your actions
I want to touch the face of that angel
But you took her from me
That was my fault that you took her.
And it was my fault that the other left you.
Ha that's so funny
Don't kid yourself
You don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend
You don't know how it feels
To always be on the outside
Without
You
Without
Her
Copyright © Ian Hardeman | Year Posted 2010
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