Grief
Grief is my heart
Nothing left except one part
His name runs down my face
With tear-stricken hate
He used me for one thing only
He never loved me, he was a phony
I died that day
Never could figure out a way
To bring him back
She has all that I lack
So I'll settle for a spell
One to send him back to hell
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