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I was always told, There would never be, A time I wouldn't have, Someone holding me She would be the only one, Holding heart and key, Only one to unlock the door, To the man that was me A certain someone that would be, Always there for me, Now I simply just regret, All the things I can't forget At night I feel her lying next to me, Is there not an answer, To the riddle, I have come to be? Now it's just the past and me, Fleeting memories, Haunting miseries, Just suspicion holding me All I ever feel is heartache and pain, Embarrassing shame, Lonely and lame, Just suspicion holding me At night I still feel her lying next to me, Is there not an answer, To the riddle I have come to be? All I ever feel is heartache and pain, Embarrassing shame, Lonely and lame, Just suspicion holding me Just suspicion holding me
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