For my love that ran away.
I hope someone else finds you one day.
You’ll prob still stray
And be the one who got away.
That poor girl that’s cried all night and day.
There’s nobody to wipe her tears away.
Do you feel proud that you are that way?
I hope not but maybe some day.
I’m happy and free
Because you my friend let me be.
Don’t you worry things are fine
Because I don’t have to worry about you only being mine!
So long you foul boy I no longer want to see
You’ll always be that boy who never wanted me.
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