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I look at our photograph hanging on the wall

and wonder to myself how i felt anything for you at all

for all you turned out to be was someone to stab me in the back

i think of all the wonderful things i have found now and how they were all the things you lack

people wish all the time they could go back and do it all over again

i don't understand why you would put yourself through
something that never would have been

how you can see how it all has ended now in pain and tears

and how all those nightmares became your reality, your biggest fears

so that photograph that hangs on the wall the one of you and me

it now lays in pieces on the floor as something i again never want to see