And everytime I try to speak,
It fails me yet.
And everytime I miss you,
It feels like an ailment.
When I ask how you are,
I wish I knew myself.
When I want to know how you are,
I wish I knew important things like your health.
If I'd been supportive,
Maybe things would be the same.
If I appologize once more,
Maybe the events will take with them the pain.
How
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