It's torture to see you,

The pain is so strong,

You look like you're having fun,

Don't get me wrong.

But now all those dreams,

Return to what they were,

Just thoughts among a broken heart,

Stabbed with the new girl's charming spur. 

I remember the times we laughed,

Those moments I hold are golden,

But now she has swum into the tides of your life,

I fall appart as you are stolen.

The End

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