Dedicated to those who are to much alike those they love to be together. Get it?

I saw the hurt

Written across your face

When you saw me

With a different man

I didn’t want to be

That person that kills all hope

I didn’t want to be a murderer

Of your torn-up heart

I didn’t see the flashes of guilt

Flash through your face

When I walked out that door

And into a place

Where dreams are haunted

By the ghosts of Hell

You met me on the street

With a different girl on your arm

Now I knew why you didn’t fight

My going away, You had somebody else

Just like me

Now, I know why we were so good together

We are just alike

To painfully sinful for our own good.

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