Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say
"Pride will tear us both apart"
Well, now pride's gone out the window
Cross the rooftops, run away
You lay in bed with someone else
only to be caught, shame for the moment 
All just in vain, 
you showed yourself as you were
What has happened to it all?

Crazy, some'd say

Your father the seed both of you alike
Yet I stood and had words thrown and would say
Where is my friend when I need you most? (Gone away)

But I won't cry for yesterday

Your words are cheap and your life a lie

I don’t need to see you beg of cry once more

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