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ah, now it seems you cannot stand 
the sight of me and all that I represent -
despicable, erratic, an unwelcome sight
as if infected with a contagious disease
that you cannot wait to run away from.

to be sure, about you I feel no differently,
honestly, my dear, I find you overrated;
crazy of me to fall for your nice exterior,
blind not to sense the hollow woman
that all along was there, fool, fool me.

isn't it funny how things turned out to be?
for at the start you thought you could not
make it without me and I felt so similarly
as we clung to each other and excluded
all others from our lives - friends, folks,
acquaintances, like no one else existed
and the world revolved just around us.

remember when the brothers sang
"like strangers that's what we are..."
and we burst out childishly giggling,
silly, that could not ever happen to us;
but now as we reach the dead-end
wouldn't you say that we laughed 
rather so prematurely?

if but for a moment we loved
or at least thought we really did 
and that should be quite enough;
no more squeezing for feelings
that simply are not there anymore.

smile, darling, cut out the melodrama,
simply say goodbye, no hard feelings;
it's over and after all is said and done, 
it was good while it lasted, wasn't it? 
you used me just as I used you.

baby, we just were not meant to be
or maybe we were...if only briefly.

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