1 February 2016

How many times have I packed my bags to leave
But in the end still thinking you’re all I need?
How many times have we fought and cried
Still feeling I love you, inside?
How many times have I promised to quit
But losing you feels incomplete?
How many times have I said to do myself a favor
Then last minute my thoughts begin to waver?
How many times have I made up my mind to go
Then suddenly feel I need you so?

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