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I still think about you, when i'm lonely,
used to be there for me, now i talk quietly,
closed like a store that an owner stepped out of,
lost all the things i cherished, what is love?

a feeling or a lie? hard to distinguish the two,
since they were both blurred together by you,
not sure where all this emotion comes from,
my insides are hollow like the wallet of a bum,

holdin out my hand can you please spare a change,
i can't but i'm still a different man with a worse range,
why bother checkin out that girl, i saw where that led,
right to the gutter, should have kept us in bed,

and out of my head, out of my heart,
how can i fall for like my moms when we are apart,
you left your sons and daughter for a fresh start,
smelled cold blood so you came quickly back like a shark.