Whenever I think of you
I wish I hadn’t.
You are a chapter in my history book
I wish I somebody had torn out
Before I read it;
Before I read it;
A short song
With an unfortunate chorus
That repeats itself unbidden
In my inner ear
When no one else is listening;
A darkened door
Far behind me
Down a bright corridor –
I want to forget what’s behind it.
I want back all those minutes
You have stolen from my peace,
All those thoughts I’ve wasted
Trying not to think about you.
Let these words now
Lay your memory to rest –
I am tired of thinking of you
And wishing I hadn’t.
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