Untitled song, by Amelia 

By Amelia  

 

If she died would you care?
No one would mind,
Except me,
They’d only pause to stare,

We all know you want her,
It gets harder everyday,
Watching her treat you that way,

So there she lies, crying,
Won’t be sleeping tonight,
Of no help; here’s me,
A person?
Fast fading history

We all know you want her,
It gets harder everyday,
Watching her treat you that way,

You don’t listen,
But you hurt.

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