i feel it come to my eyes
i feel it roll down my face
i wipe away my tears
holding my broken heart
holding on to our memoirs
i walk down the street
and see you with her
with my heart in my hands
it breaks even more
seeing her in my place
seeing her in your arms
killed my heart
now i am sittin here
listening to my heart beat its last beat...
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