Peeking through the window of the past,
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only to see the most lonely despair.
Suffering from the games that she played,
especially the times that she didn't care.
Troubling to see the past,
all because of the fact,
that I wasn't really aware.
Oh, the thing we called love,
didn't seem to be as strong as we thought,
it really wasn't there.