Flavor Of The Day |
| by Jenni |
Here you come,
creeping back in.
Inside your ever-changing tastes,
once again, I'm the flavor of the day.
Are we still the same?
Now I'm burning in vain.
I gave you too many chances,
and you left me standing alone in the rain.
I loved you too much,
and then I learned it wasn't worth the pain
I brought down on myself.
I still love you so very much,
and here I am,
the flavor of the day,
melting alone in the rain.
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