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         There's somebody here to see you.

         Somebody's been asking about you.

         Who?  Her.

         Where?  There.

        

         "I've never heard of her."

         "I don't know her."

         "I've never seen her before in my life."

         "I've never met her."



         It was like a scene from a sitcom.

         One glance, one look.

         I felt like I had been hit by a bomb.

         I felt like I had been hit by a book.

         I felt like I was on a long, long, long, plane ride

         to France.

          

         The ex.  The ex.  When life on you puts a hex.

         The ex.  The ex.  When life on you puts a hex.



           Oh my God!

         This is not my day.

         It certainly is not starting good,

         like catching your hand on a car hood.

         I felt like I had been hit on the hit with a rod.

         A cod that was caught in a net.

         My head was soaking wet, with sweat.



         The ex.  The ex.  When life on you puts a hex.

         The ex.  The ex.  When life on you puts a hex.



         Then, I almost fell.  Not you again.  

         I almost hit the floor.

         In my head, a loud bell.

         I wanted to close the door.

         I thought on you, I was going to see no more.

         Yes, I was mad.

         Now, on you it seems to have again begun.

         It was like trying to sleep in the sun.

         I did not want this to start all over.

        

         The ex.  The ex.  When life on you puts a hex.

         The ex.  The ex.  When life on you puts a hex.



         She came to my work today.

         No, it was not a perk.

         No, it was not ok.

         I wanted to not know her.

         I wished I could have been a fish, and jumped into

         the river.

         A TV sitcom: the sight I saw with my eye.

         I wished a bird I could be, and fly.



         The ex.  The ex.  When life on you puts a hex.

         The ex.  The ex.  When life on you puts a hex.

      

         I felt like a man with a knife, in a duel with a man

         with a gun.

         What a terrible thing to happen in life.

         No, this was not going to be fun.

         She's with her school.

         No, this was not cool.

         She, a teacher, here with her class.

         A situation, I had of it, I had the make the best.

         This was a test, I hoped I could pass.



       The ex.  The ex.  When life on you puts a hex.

       The ex.  The ex.  When life on you puts a hex.



       Can I be fired?

       Of this game, I was tired.

       Today. I just should have stayed in bed.

       I wished somebody could just chop off my head.

       Then, this day could end.  



       The ex.  The ex.  When life on you puts a hex.

       The ex.  The ex.  When life on you puts a hex.



         She said she had a present and a card.

         All smiles, she was.

         All the miles of pain she put me through.

    They were hard.  All, it seemed, for her personal gain.

         OO.



        The ex.  The ex.  When life on you puts a hex.

        The ex.  The ex.  When life on you puts a hex.



         She did'nt have to give me a thing.

         Her being there was enough.

         She made my ears ring.

         She made my whole body sting.

         She made my heart sing

         a song of the blues.

         It was like being on a cruise.

         A cruise that never, never, ends.

         Yes, you as a museum guest put me into

         a cardiac arrest.



        The ex.  The ex.  When life on you, puts a hex.

        The ex.  The ex.  When life on you, puts a hex.



       I did not look at her card, choosing it instead to

       discard.

       I was also glad.

       Her gift: a book I already had.

       I put the book on a table for item trade,    

       The correct decision I made.  

       No longer did I feel inside, the pain of a blade.

       My mind did wonder,

       if the book was on a topic of which I cared,

          the book maybe I would have spared.

       Or maybe that would have been a blunder.



        The ex.  The ex.  When life on you, puts a hex.

        The ex.  The ex.  When life on you, puts a hex.



                  Years.

           Years, I was trapped in your web.

           She was the spider, and I was the fly.

           She seemed to like playing a game with me.

           A game for two.

           Is it something she likes to do?

           Is it something she has done before?

           Her world is one guys love to explore.

                  OO.

           I was the moth, and she was the flame.

           You see, she was the flower and I was the bee.

           A flower without food,

           It certainly didn't put me in a good mood.



         The ex.  The ex.  When life on you, puts a hex.

         The ex.  The ex.  When life on you, puts a hex.



         Later, I saw her once more.

         Later, I saw her once again.

         Is this ever going to end?  When

         Her, I wished I could ignore.

         I could not wait for her to go out the door.

         I stayed in the room of break until she was gone.

         Of ache, no more, my body could take.

         Thus, with my day, I could get on.



This painful grind of me can finally stop.

The blood off the floor, I could mop.        

And you, I could put behind.



         The ex.  The ex.  When life on you, puts a hex.

         The ex.  The ex.  When life on you, puts a hex.