one day her clothes were on my floor
one day empty promises
i know you never loved me anyway
i could see it in your eyes
the truth was never your fort-ay
for you couldn't
even look at me
when you spoke
now I'm
the laughing stock
of your joke
it worked out in the end
for you that is
I'm glad the grey skies
don't follow you
yet you've done your damage
and I'm but a whisper in the
traveling wind to you now.
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