I once met a guy who called himself Alex
Though he seemed kind of shy and thoughtful
He really was quite callous
Not only with my feelings
But also with my grievings
So we stopped talking & I moved to Dallas.
Now he was quite the different sort
The type you're never quite sure of
He became my lover but never my love
So broken-hearted and quite forlorn
I picked up my pieces
And began to move on.
Today I hear that he is alone
While I am happy with my beau
Loved & satisfied while he's reaped what he's sowed
What wicked things can come from mystery
How dreadful times can spring from our iniquity
While all I wanted was to re-write my history.
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