know you told me this before. I know you told me this a million times. You say you don’t know how you feel. You don’t know if you even love me anymore. If he was a good kisser, then I know how much I miss her. January came. By April you have stayed. June I was in heaven. July was just the same. September rolled around. October wore a frown. By Christmas we were through.. I wish I didn’t say I’m sorry. If I was a good listener. Maybe you would still be here. I still miss the way we touch. I miss the way you bite my tongue. I miss the way you run away. You run away... January, February, March, April, May, June, through December. I wish you would stay. I know you’re leaving me. I know you told me this before. I know you told me this a million times. You say you don’t know how you feel.
When will you know just how you feel?
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