How selfish, I missed my task.
Will you come back and visit my love?
I know I shouldn't ask.
The hours no longer change my love.
I changed the front room colours.
The kids are doing fine, my love.
The life you gave is all ours.
I miss you deeply, dearly now.
This life is so confusing.
I'd like to say I'm fine my love.
But depression is so amusing.
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