Do you ever feel like crying,
For no reason- you're still lying
Everything's good and you're over the moon.
For you know deep down he's left you,
But really, you're not bereft you
Hope he'll be back very soon.
The house is tidy and neat,
Battlefield of your defeat,
Empty, where you lick your wounds.
You will leave this accursed place,
Plaster on a happy face,
And carry on as life resumes.
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