Four What It’s Worth?

Self inflicted heartbreak doesn’t hurt any less.
When I put on my makeup
Or slip into a nice dress,
I’ll think of you.

Lost opportunities to dance under stars,
Songs never sung
To the beat of our hearts.
I’ll think of you.

I’ll wonder always if this was right.
Should I have tried harder?
Did I pick the right fights?
I’ll think of you.

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