Jamie? Its over.
When you look at me,Not that you do anymore,
What do you see?
You can't answer, can you?
Jamie? Its all over.
I hope you're happy.
So when you look my way...
Do you remember what I'd say?
As the stories of my life
Fell through my lips.
And your hands
Pressed firmly to my hips.
Jamie?
When you look at me,
Not that you do anymore,
What do you see?
She thinks I lied
About our lust any my hate.
I cried
Because Jamie?
Its too late.
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