When It Comes to Past Lovers

You said you were mine, but then you turned and ran,

Now I’m left here wondering where it all began.

Memories like whiskey, they burn and they fade,

You played me like a fiddle, every note that you played.

I remember the sweet times, the laughter and the lies,

But oh, how the truth’s wrapped up in your disguise.

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