You stole my heart,
Then you broke it and left me like a trashy piece of art.
You left me with lies.
You left me with no good-byes.
You left without a peep.
There wasn't even a squeak.
I loved you so dearly and you just left.
I thought we were in love, but I guess it was bereft.
If I meant so much to you, how did you just go?
The answer to that, I'll probably never know.
I can't say you never gave me anything.
Because you did, not that it was any kind of actual gift.
The souvenir you left, set my heart adrift--
The little present caused my life to change.
Now every little thing reminds me of you:
Caraphernelia, that's the gift you gave me--
The broken heart disease that leaves my mind filled with debris.
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