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I hate what I see

when I look at you.

I hare how I feel empty and alone

when you get up and leave

as you always do.

And I feel so cold and torn

when I see you kiss her.

Your so happy together

you were never like that with me

how much more dumb could I be

A fool in love

always the fool

to have given for free.