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Why are you on my mind
When I think I'm content. You haunt my thoughts Even though you are no longer here. When I'm with the one who has my heart now, Your name is on my lips. When he touches me, it's your hands I feel. And the guilt comes. I bar the doors against your memory But you get in so easily. I find myself wishing he was you. Oh, the guilt is so strong And I hate myself for it. How do i exorsise you From myself? How do I wipe the slate clean? But the real question is, Do I want to? Julie -May 17, 1997 |
