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Somedays it's so simple to deal,

with all that you thought was real,

the way you used to feel and the present,

the way she went from Queen to begging peasant,

sometimes i forget her and all her kisses,

resolve to move on from the one who he misses,

the one who he wishes returned and felt the same,

instead of showing me she was just like every other dame,

must i want you back as much as i sometimes do?

maybe it's my memory reliving the last true,

all of it involes you, and you and you and you,

the deadly alliance who won't quit til i'm through,

well maybe it's a game and i'm acting dumb,

over thinking when you lose more and win some,

even when it's on repeat anfd the same tune is sung,

no amount of lemons on an open cut can equal how i was stung.