did you count my steps as I walked away? did you lock the door against my return? take me back now to my former being we can both cut loose and have some fun shed your light on our dime store mystery draw me a map of where I went wrong
they say I was born with the dark
charisma that I honed that sucker
into deadly charm I carved the wounds
that last forever it’s hard to
believe but I meant no harm I raise
my glass to former lovers and pray I’m fondly remembered by at least one
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