It's the heartache, that you gave me,
that's what keeps me, from believing,
all your lies and, thoughts you let free,
I felt you turned, your back on me.
As I sit here, thinking of you,
I thought always, love would be true.
Now I feel all, of the anger,
since you left me, for a stranger.
But when he leaves, you just like that,
no way I will, be comming back,
and you'll feel like, just as I do,
the moment you, said we were threw.
Then you'll look for, someone to care,
but then relize, nobody's there.
You'll feel alone, and so helpless,
thought you loved him, but was careless.
Now you try and, run back to me,
but it's to late, my soul is free.
Then you decide, just as I did,
you think of me, just as you hit.
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Keith A. Lynema