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I wonder why I even try,

Why I put my heart out on the line,

When I know it's just one big lie,

And afterwards I'll say I must have been blind.



I should have seen it from the start,

I knew she was going to break my heart,

My heart was like a beautiful piece of art,

But that was all before she tore me apart.



So now I'm sitting here all alone,

Sitting here right by the phone,

Waiting to hear that unfamiliar tone,

So I can find true love and not be on my own.



I miss here so much,

Yet, like always, I must move on,

I must find new love,

So I can continue to sing my woeful song.