The first sign of trouble
You fled the scene
You didn't even wait to see
My broken heart hit the floor
Arterial spray on the walls
Would suggest this was a crime
Of passion
If I didn't know you better
years later you returned
Only to say
Sorry, you got too close
When you could of saved me by saying
We need to talk
These four words spoken any other day
Would cryogenically freeze the hearts of men
But at least they feel something
Before shutting down
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