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On that cold dreary Saturday night,
As I listened to the violent thuds of my heart
I peered out the window and saw a street light.
Suddenly remembering why we are apart.
Last November you told me you loved me.
Although I heard the lies in your voice,
So blinded by your charm, I chose not to see.
The words you uttered were just noise.
Empty noise from a stolen heartache
That I borrowed from you long ago
It wasn't yours to steal or take
But you never did care, sadly no.
My chest bled and seeped through my sweater.
The only piece of clothing you ever gave me
You couldn't even spring for something leather.
That's what I meant to you, cheap and lousy.
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