We said goodbye, I left your town;
I harbor a pain I’ll never live down.
I broke your heart and left you sore
So I’m not supposed to love you anymore.
You restarted your life for another dimension,
While I began the search for my own redemption.
Last night, I cried and fell to the floor
Because I’m not supposed to love you anymore.
I hold your photograph close to my chest,
And pray that for once the ache will just rest.
I still need you. I can’t yet close that door,
Though, I’m not supposed to love you anymore.
My tears grace my eyes and fill me with shame
Because my heart and yours were one in the same.
I lay here tonight and wonder what my life is for
Now that I’m not supposed to love you anymore.
By Chrissy Berg
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“Napoleon is always right!” -Boxer