Out of all my problems,
You were my favorite.
Out of all the troubleing things in my life,
You were the one I kept running back to.
But its my time to go.
Mrs. Perfection has walked out the door.
Someday I might glance back in your direction.
I may wonder all those what if's,
But I wont ever turn around.
Your no longer any good for me now.
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