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Talking About Love...+
She promised me her love, only to find out it was a lie...
She promised me the world, only too take it away...
She said she loved me, and left me asking that question why...
She is gone, that is a good thing...
Only you will know, when it hurts more than it feels good, something or
many things are not right...
You felt so good in the beginning, you were left with empty dreams,
and the what ifs?
What a shame, it plays over and over in your head, like a broken record...
The pictures you have, the reflections, the dreams, shattered...
Like being hit by a freight train...
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