Broken Recorder

It’s hard to admit something
When the truth is more painful
Than the delusional you

I wish I know what goes on
In that overworked mind of yours
Do you ever think of me?

You aren’t on my mind
Twenty-four seven
Although it’s hard to keep you out

But I can’t deny
When the clock strikes midnight
It always wanders back to you

I miss you
I miss you
I miss you

I wonder how many times
Do I have to repeat that
Before it loses meaning

I miss you
I miss you
I miss you

I wonder how many times
Had I thought of that
Would it hurt lesser the more I do?

I miss you
I miss you
I miss you

I’m a broken recorder
The three words I’ve ever recorded
Are the last words I’ll ever play

– a.h.

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