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Proof
Proof of what you did to me
Lies on my heart and in my hands
The proof you showed when I was not
Looking right through you past
Your soul, I was looking deep in your eyes
You told me you'd always be there
You told me you'd never leave
Then comes a girl more pretty than me
Your eyes a catching I've noticed thee
Looking at her in a love sick way
Makes me want to slit that pretty throat
I cried to get your attention and you
Shrugged it off, I tried to be so very
soft, but you don't see why I love thee
So now your going to leave, for that
One sick girl you oh so loved, you'll
Just leave me like a piece of dust
No importance of love, the proof you
Showed me, no proof of hold I thine
Wish to see, your proof to me that
You'll never see, a proof that you never loved me
Lies on my heart and in my hands
The proof you showed when I was not
Looking right through you past
Your soul, I was looking deep in your eyes
You told me you'd always be there
You told me you'd never leave
Then comes a girl more pretty than me
Your eyes a catching I've noticed thee
Looking at her in a love sick way
Makes me want to slit that pretty throat
I cried to get your attention and you
Shrugged it off, I tried to be so very
soft, but you don't see why I love thee
So now your going to leave, for that
One sick girl you oh so loved, you'll
Just leave me like a piece of dust
No importance of love, the proof you
Showed me, no proof of hold I thine
Wish to see, your proof to me that
You'll never see, a proof that you never loved me
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