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I have been living in a deep dark hole,
pretending to see starlight-
Remembering what it was like in the sun.
I know now it wasn’t right.
It’s strange how we can tend to forget
for all of the want, all the trying-
And we’ll tend to believe we were wrong all along.
Even if we know someone’s lying.
We want to believe, we good-hearted types.
We want to believe that there’s truth.
Though it’s thrust in our face we will hide and not see
that some know only abuse.
And so I’ve been told on this night, once again,
that I only bring everyone misery.
After all, he brought flowers, champaign, and his “love”,
on this, our fourteenth anniversary.