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We met through a friend.
At the spring breaks end.
The night was cool.
The stars were out.
I was a fool.
Cause I didnt see then,
what your really all about.

You were so kind at first.
You quenched my thirst,my need ,my desire.
I was a moth attracted to fire.
Play with fire and your going to get burned.
How true that is.

What was I looking for? Someone to hold on to?
Ended like all the ones before. Feeling so deja vu.
Days go by...It's too good to be true.
Fairytale rommance,a lumurious hue,
invaded my face, when I saw you near.
I was in a dream,You were everything it seemed.
Soon though your true self was deemed.

Forgetful..I nodded my head at your claims.
The broken promises you promised me.
I always knew it would go up in flames.
Loved the daydream, I couldn't face reality.
That we were too different from one another.
And or tryst simply wasn't ment to be.

Feeling so deja vu with you.
It was too good to be true.
All I ever wanted was someone to hold on too.
To escape the rut and not be blue.

I did everything I could do .
But there is no comprehending of you.
I played with matches,I got burned.
I thought it was finally my turn,
to live in the fairytale.
But it got old and stale.
all else failed.
all else failed.

I feel so deja vu,
when I think of me and you.
I let you go.
Your a peacock, and your purely for show.
The attention you feed on.
Is what you crave for,when the day is done.
I craved a soul and a connection.
Honesty and a sincere recolection.

I often wondered many a night,
Why you don't make no attempt.
A attempt to put the pieces together.
When was the last time I heard your voice?
It seems like forever.
Feeling so deja vu.
Feeling so deja vu.

Fly away peacock.
I wish you the best of luck.
I wonder if you feel deja vu about me.
I woke up,escaped the daydream,
surfaced back into reality.