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You always were good at

Knowing how to win

But I failed to notice

That your love for me was sin



I remember the way you made me feel

Like I was the only one

And my friends warned me

That your value was none



Those phone calls at night

Were as loving as a doll

Warm to hold onto

But just another name to call



The thing with love

Is you need a heart

Unfortunately you lost that

Right from the start



You should know your alphabet

Because love doesn’t start with Z

Now I take my bow

Because you just saw the last of me