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I must be pretty good;

You never found out;

It was my little secret;

Something I'd kept from you;



Ten months of lies;

Eleven months of 'love';

All you did was hurt me;

So I wanted to hurt you;



I'll never know how it hurt;

Because you'll never know;

I wanted to cause you pain;

I wanted to play a mind game;



Was he really your friend;

Or was he always mine;

Ten months of lies;

Turns out to be;



Six months of love;

For him and for me