What a show

What a performance...
I mean you deserve an Oscar for that.

Did you rehearse those lines?
You wouldn't need to...
You've said them enough.

You noticed the little details about me
that no one else did.
You said you missed me
even when we were just together.
You always knew the right things to say.

You called me perfect,
how can you be perfect and still not enough?

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