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I miss the person I thought you were
The one that I did love
But through these blood stained eyes
The shoe does fit, a glove
I miss the friend I thought you were and now I am so sad
I lost a dream that I held so close and yet I never had
I miss the joy and wonder, that once lived in my head
Now it’s replaced with anger, regret and a bitter dread
I miss what I thought was truth but was just another lie
Because for you, there was never an us, just me myself and I
