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you'll tell me you miss me,
and how things used to be,
you'll remind me of those endless nights we shared
wrapped up in my sheets,
you'll remind me of those special moments,
& again you'll pretend to care.

this time, baby, I won't be ensnared,
you'll plead with me, you'll beg,
you'll tell me how you care,
and how your love for me plagues you,
I guess its your turn, to be fair.

although I do miss,
the way her hair flares, or the sparkle in her eyes,
I also miss the thrum in my heart,
which is now filled with air.