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Each passing moment the truth gets buried deeper

Gathering dust next to my personal reaper

Love dies so quickly and in the end I have been played

I’ve been left on the road side wishing you had stayed

My hearts desires drip down my dampened sleeve

And history repeats as I have fallen for another sleaze

Fooled by a midnight romance I have screwed up

Something that was potentially true

One day that little prick will feel my rue

All my emotions raging high I am so confused

Where did I leave the hang man noose?

I broke my own heart and it cannot be fixed

Yet the words “I still love you” burn fresh on my lips

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