I look in the mirror
I chuckle to myself
Because she left me
For somebody else
What does she think
I'll sit here and cry
Because she has met
Herself another guy
I hope she is happier
Then she was with me
I hope that he's ready
When he gets to see
The other side of her
That she conceals
Then he will find out
That she doesn't love
That she doesn't feel
He's going to learn
The same way I did
How all her problems
She keep them well hid
She like to spend and
Spend and spend
That's when it will be
The beginning of the end
8-2-07/RJH
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