One of these days,
I'll see you again.

You knew when you left,
You had my love.

Yet you started something else when you arrived,
And left me deprived.

You never called me,
Never stopped by,
And I even found out about your lie.

Don't tell me now,
What you think I want to hear.
Because believe me-
You're nothing to me, my dear.
 
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