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Oh well,
I guess its over,
What\'s said is said,
What\'s done is done.

There\'s no turning back,
From this very spot,
With a painful sting,
My heart has been shot.

I guess it wasnt meant to be,
You and I together,
I guess we still can be friends,
But no longer you and I forever.

It hurts to know you love her,
More than you ever have me,
Yet in time the same will be done to you,
As you have done to me.

Sometimes I sit,
And look at the stars,
Wonder what youre thinking,
Wonder where you are.

But I know that its over,
And theres no turning back,
From the spot were I was shot,
Theres a feeling that I lack.

Its the feeling of love,
And worthiness and joy,
The feeling of being wanted,
By not only family, but also a boy.

I finally perceived an answer of my own,
It wasnt me but it was you,
Who did the wrong and fought the fights,
Who made me cry late at night.

So here\'s to you,
Mr. heartbreaker,
The one who I thought I loved,
And would never leave me weaker.

Heres to you,
The one who I thought loved me more,
The one who always said it first,
Yet in the end, called me a bore.