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Like a role in a cryer's play

I carried out the lead

I played my part

And played it well

I was forced to beg, to plead

Get down onto my knees

With tears flowing free

Through swollen bloodshot eyes

And I could barely see

I cried within, cried without,

Unfulfilled feelings strewn about

I felt the presence of your eyes

As they witnessed my falling apart

They percieved quite well

The coming undone of my ill-fated heart.