I will miss you
But can I say that about you?
I will always love you
But it seems I have seen the last of you

It worth the time
We joked like we were spiced with tyme
Listen to the blues and rhyme
And all that life has to mime

Now it seems I’m the only one hurt
Well, let me live in this hut
And take a glass of malt
Knowing that everything has come to a halt

I rather keep my purity
Than to become a nonentity
Turning my life to a pity
Because I have no will written

He’s better than me, right?
Goodluck to your Mr Right!
I pray he has the might
Guarding and protecting you with all his might

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