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How can you speak to me and not tell me how you feel
When you can look to him and tell me that thats real
Its humiliating when I think of what I felt for you
When after all you can walk off and make me seem the fool

The heartbreaks you will suffer from
Id like to say I had a part to play
But I know, that one day,
You'll have less than I have today

One week is a long time, when it means the world to you
But if you could keep yours eyes open, and I wish you would
You would see, time and sleep are a luxury
That are wasted on the likes of you and he

And when you look to me
You must see such a fool
To invest so much in what is lost
That's To me what seems cruel
Its a diet of Smiths and wine,
Some people never hear a hatful of hollow
And while you think that I'll be fine
I've sunk so far that I can't fall over
And I hope you can go on
And smile to youself
With the soured satisfaction
Of having nothing for all you've spent