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I screwed up again, all of my lies
Have now done me in.
Why do I act like it's such a damn task
Just to do the little things that he asks?
You tell him " I love you", and how's he to know,
This love you speak of is it something you show?
Your hiding and lying never helping your case,
Oh he looked so mad when I looked at his face.
Yes, it will be quite hard to bring him back round
Twas his heart I lost, when it was mine that he found.
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