To whom it may concern-
I put you up so high on a cloud,
You put me so low, you almost forgot about me
I think you should be gone, away from me so I won’t fear
before another hand at my face
I thought I would start over, to pursue you later to be abused and misused
for money to support your habits, and to think you loved me
and to think you cared
and to think you were the one
So when I leave, and when I’m gone.
I hope you’ll see that I was here
God knows you need help beyond repair, because I’ve tried
I’ll say goodbye
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