"Said the Mouse to the Trap" |
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| Believe me when I tell you I'm glad
Things never worked out between us. That you were seeing someone else or Simply uninterested when I managed The nerve to approach you. I knew you Were no good for me. Call it instinct Or a need to feel certain. I couldn't help Myself. Still, you seemed sorry when I Withdrew. Your mouth full, few words Left your lips then. But now emptied, I wonder what you say as you look back And think of me—the one who got away. |
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