Despite the pain and tears I’ve cried,
After all the times you really tried,
Would you really say goodbye?
After all those lovely times you said,
“I love you, Becky; you’re streets ahead,
Do you feel right that you have fled?
Despite the anger and hurt I feel,
After all the hatred I cannot reveal,
Your love for me, can you not conceal?
I thought you loved me, I thought you cared,
But now I realise, you were never there.
You said you were, you thought so too,
But why did I ever bother with you?
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