With my head up high I'll walk right by |
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With tears in my eyes, my mascara a mess |
I fall to my knees and hit the ground |
She sees him holding someone else |
I look at the rose that still sits on my dresser, the one you gave me years ago. I think about how it resembles the love we had: Once beautiful, once alive, but then died. And even though I know it wont come to life again I cant seem to throw it away.. |
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I look away as I see you there |
I cry in the shadows as they walk away |
She smiles and says "I'm happy for you" |