We started as lovers,
Then you wanted just friend.
You fell in love with her,
And it killed me to the end.
When she broke your heart,
I was the one to mend.
You told me how much you needed me,
And how wonderful I am.
Then she said she was sorry,
And you forgot me again.
I'm not sure why I let you use me like you do,
If there's a crime I can be charged with,
It's simply loving you.
- M. Bush
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