Hawkeye

I took aim with Cupid’s Arrow

When I wanted you to stay

But I shot myself in the foot

By begging.

For I had fallen in love with where we lived,

Stubbornly standing firm

That this place was our home.

And I regret every day

Letting you walk away

Refusing to chase after you.

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