The Secret
You're standing by the phone, hoping he will call,
I am sitting in the background, watching each tear fall
There is no safty net, when the one you love lets go
You wish you had an antidote for cupid's dastardly bow
With your love's demise, you cannot help but think,
If you knew it were to end this way, would you have given that first wink?
I curse him for his stupidity
I hope you will be fine
You say he is the best thing to happen to you
If only you knew you're mine...
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