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It was a mistake.

I made a mistake.

It's keeping me up tonight;

Like every night I am awake.

I was dying for you

I didn't tell you.

I'll never tell you

Why should I?

You'll never ask.

I was caught up in a moment

I guess it wasn't a mistake

Until after it had been made.

It kills me less now

To think of your disinterest 

I spent all my tears; I'm broke.

I get lost in everything else instead

Of getting lost inside my head

Whatever affections you might have had,

are certainly long gone by now.

It was a mistake

and it's keeping me awake. 

It's about you;

It's not about him. 


  1. and the whole time I was wishing it was about me and I get to the end and what do I find?



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