…yup…
Imported from SF2 with no description.
I know it was bad…
If it weren’t , the memories wouldn’t be so sad
I doubt I cross your mind these days
You cross mine occasionally, but in certain ways
It wasn’t great, but that can be said in many a life
I still wonder, how we were both hurt, I guess it was a mental knife
It hurt, without showing for too long
You broke a broken man once strong
The shell is left, but, in a way, more than enough
Grateful I am, every day, even if it’s tough