Your Not Here,
And I Fear,
That Your With Another Girl,
And My Thoughts Just Whirl.
Does She Have Something I Do Not,
Is She Really Hot?
I Know Im Not That Cute,
You Used To Give A Hoot.
Now I Dont Know,
My Heart Is Like Whoa.
I Hope Your Satisfied,
For Me, You Made love Die.
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