Stop
You laugh and say you're joking
as if her tears don't mean a thing
You smile as though it's funny
as she gives you back her ring
You don't care that she is dying
I'd think that you would see
At some point I'd think you'd realize
If you loved her, you'd set her free
Stop laughing for a minute
Stop doing things that make her cry
Fix the mess you know you've made
before your chances pass you by
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