November Two

It's November two And I still count the nights since you broke my heart Days keep me busy with being a woman Cleaning, cooking, washing But those damn nights Haunt me Make me think of everything That has to do with you And as much as this love destroyed me I feel like it was the best thing I've felt in my life It seems so impossible to let you go And missing you has become a habit I know it's bad for me To still love you But there is no bad You could've done to me That would make me hate you.