It Hurts |
| by Janie Howell |
He walks along
Walking all alone
But he can't see
That what he needs is me
He comes to me,
Then he'll leave again
He doesn't know
Just what it does to me
It hurts to see him
Walking all alone
It hurts, to be me,
To want but to not have him
But he can't see
Oh how much he hurts me
I take him back
Time and time again
But when he leaves
It happens all again
I hurt inside
A pain that is so deep
And he . . . he doesn't know
He doesn't know my pain
Or how much he hurts me
He lives his life
Just fine without me
But me, I hurt,
I hurt for only him
And all this time
He still doesn't know
I reach for him
Reaching oh so far
But he's not there
Not there at all
He's gone away
Away once again
But he'll be back
Sometime the end
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