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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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