walk my mile
In prisoned by an feeling,
of hate,hostility,and mistrust.
You know it's been hard dealing,
and so hard to get through the fuss.
We were once very best friends.
Now it seems were so far apart
Now being together it's like its pretend,
and theres no more heart.
You tell me things that make me sad.
It tears me up inside,
and makes me feel bad.
If I didn't love you
it wouldn't hurt
but what you say and do,
is what makes me alert.
Don't you know i am dying inside.
All of the pain you caused,
and you have always denied.
Your not the only one that goes through trials.
Put on my shoes and walk my mile.
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heatherpriceposted on 03/11/2008
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