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False reality tumbling down This facade violently dies I'm picking up pieces from the ground All you left me with are lies "I promise to love you forever," You whispered tenderly on the altar Then this relationship got severed Proving that your love for me faltered Somewhere along this roughening road I thought I would see some light A way for my heart to warm yours, now bitter cold But now all we ever do is fight Two days ago you handed me papers And some lame excuse of lacking How your love for me slowly tapered That in this union, I was slacking When you're the one gone for hours on end? You lived in your office all day! In a letter to you I then penned What was left of my heart, now frayed My Dearest Beloved, What happened to us? There used to be caring There used to be trust You promised forever Now gone from sight And you're saying things My heart knows aren't right It strains to remember Where this all went wrong And through all my searching I hear our song "...The greatest fan of your life" Those words keep playing My heart begins aching Because that's not what you're saying Can it be fixed? Or is it too late? Could we still get past This now painful state? I leave you this letter In hopes that you read And give my ailing heart What it desperately needs All I need is your love The love that you promised This is straight from my heart I'm being completely honest I still love you my dear Please say how you feel Let me know of your heart Let me know this is real And when I came home that very day What to my eyes did I see? Everything my tender heart had to say Thrown in the fireplace, burning free So this is how you feel towards us? Exactly what you think of me? I guess there was no need to make a fuss Now being slapped with harsh reality Here's my signature on your paper The last time you'll see your name on me You can keep all your lies, forsaker But my last word to you is ALIMONY.
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