The slightest chance

by Chantel   Aug 11, 2006


This pain is not only unbearable, but frustrating, and quite confusing.
This lack of life, trembling within my bones, is almost greater then my love for you.
I knew when I let happiness drift away, you'd be the one I was losing
I was so foolish for believing that letting this go was the right thing to do

You looked at my fake scribbly heart, and loved a loser as your lover.
You looked past all the secrets I was ashamed to show, and saw only me
I regret letting it fall apart not knowing the pains I'd suffer
Stupid for my immature ways, I was blind, I wouldn't let myself see.

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