The tears in your eyes,
I put them there.
That was my first choice,
next I don't care.
I'm no longer your friend,
there are no tomorrows.
Do your own self,
and take your false sorrows.
I've got to get to me first,
it's no question of time.
It only feels right,
when we're dancing the line.
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