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he told me he loved me

and it was the beginning of the end.

i reached out to grab him

but he had no hand to lend.

i called out his name

and asked if he was foe, or friend.

i felt my heart tearing

as he was trying to care.

he couldn't stop the bleeding.

a love too broken to repair.

i wrapped myself around him

and he said he needed some air.

he thinks i'm crazy

for taking the good with the bad.

there's no way to make him see

all of the beauty we had.

he walked away claiming

i was the reason he was mad.