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[saracco]

As I sit in my room
I stare up at the moon
Wondering wut I've done wrong.

You tell me that you love me
but yet your always wrong
how come it isn't me
your with all along?

Is it because I told you
the way it really was?

I wish you would understand
the way you made me feel.
So loving and real.

But now I guess you don't really care.
All you can do is stare.
You broke my heart
and laughed at me...
For never again to start....

So here I sit
Thinken of you
and all the times we had.
The bad and even the good.

So I sit in my room
stareing at the moon
wondering wut I've done wrong......