| She’s the cause of my sorrow, she’s the start of my grief
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| She’s the bug in the blossom, she’s the late falling leaf
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| I’m her priest and her poet, I’m her serf and not her king
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| She’s the root of my evil, It’s now what I think
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| Speak to me gently or curse me, she wanted to be bold
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| She said it was too late, that she needs some time and space
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| She did not want me, she did not want me
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| She didn’t care, she didn’t want to be told it is not fair
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| She didn’t want me, she did not care
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| She acts like I do not exist anymore, anymore, anymore
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| Love and passion are her minions, she is the starter at the end
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| Since her sentence has been given, I grind my pride in the sand
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| I dropped the question on her plate, was it ever time for you and me?
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| So how could I prevent you’d spit me out in the end?
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| She didn’t answer, she didn’t answer, she did not speak
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| She didn’t answer, to the meek
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| She didn’t answer, she didn’t answer, she did not speak
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| She hides and left me deceit, let me seek, let me seek
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| She did not want me, she didn’t care
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| She didn’t want to be told it is not fair
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| She did’t want me, she did not care
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| She acts like I do not exist anymore, anymore, anymore |