Erin McElderry (August 22,1997 / Des Moines, Iowa)
Not Exactly Broken
I've felt pain before,
But losing you was the worst
Never could I even hope
That you would be my first
What the hell was I thinking
When I lost you again
I'd scold myself, but I'm afraid
That you wouldn't love me, then.
You can't deny that you love me,
But that no longer matters,
For you have decided to try and move on
As the happiness in our love shatters.
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