Why are you still here?

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How long do we have to be apart
Several years have went by and you're still in my heart
How many thoughts have you crossed in left a trace?
How long do i have to live till I can forget your face?
You have me questioning if I even knew myself
If to be rich is to have love I have great wealth
But why does love sneak into my life with great stealth

Did I ever love you or was it infatuation?
Is this pain fake or is it from real dedication?
When I can remember the smell of wet grass in the air and the sky is gray
I can remember the walks we took with you hand in mines, how i wanted that day to stay
If I knew it was the last time I'd hold your hand I'd never let go
The warmth in my palm the shape of your hand I remember even though it was years ago
But I'm sick of only missing you in my memories
I'm sick of trying to move forward but my heart stays stationary.
I go through every day living the best that I can
I work, i fight, and yet I don't feel like a man

Why did the day I lost you had to be the apocalypse?
Wounds so deep I can't feel real bliss
I wake up every morning but I'm asleep on the inside.
Every smile is fake while the tears within  hide
I want to shed my skin to remove you
But you're in deeper then that you go all the way through
I've struggled to love again and it gets worse
I have to keep my body alive while my soul rots inside this flesh and bone hearse

I'm pathetic and stupid and so much less
That i can't get over one girl and my heart becomes the greatest pest
It's horrible and ironic how this love is ignorant
So strong so pure yet I feel like I'm arrogant
I have hollowed my heart and I still found you there
My heart a circus and the many emotions I feel are the fair
I'm just a pawn in your game and I have been played well
I have lost completely I am under your spell
I fear this pain will only leave me in death
This love will stay in my heart till my last breathe
I have damned myself with this heart and I shall pay the price
I was too foolish I should have thought once, twice, and thrice
To never let my heart go into the arms of another
I loved so much but I wasn't enough for her
Now I'm not enough for me
I hope death isn't the only thing that can break these shackles and set me free

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