They asked me today,
If I was going to your party
To wish you a happy birthday.
I thought of how it was
Some years back:
How is it that I once worshipped
Your ground that
You walked upon,
And all you could offer
Was that phony friendly smile
And the knife in my back?
You couldn’t answer it now,
And neither could I,
But even though you try
To make me forget them now,
The painful memories will still live on.......
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