They passed me by all of those great romancesYou were, I felt robbing me of my rightful chances
My picture clear everything seemed so easy
And so I dealt you the blow, one of us had to go
Now it's different, I want you to know
One of us is crying
One of us is lying
In her lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself
wishing she had never left at all
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