Disillusion of a Broken Man

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Baby as I’m leaving, here’s a question I’ll ask.
With all your deceiving, did you think you wouldn’t face the truth?
As I pack my things up, recall anytime that I hurt you.
Or were you already broken?
Don’ t ever say my name in the streets were you stay.
It won’t come out the same, it will burn like the flame you are.
So cruel by far.
I should have figured you didn’t have a heart.
Like a broken man.
Strings cut, no more movement.
Last breath before I’m leaving.
Tears for display and nothing to say.
She must have been better than you ever thought I was.
I can’t compete.

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