It's funny how I stopped believing
For ages I'd been deluding myself
You smiled, said you'd enjoyed coming
As if I cared that you'd enjoyed yourself
I'd had enough of forever pleasing you
I was tired, I had my worries too.
You liked to talk about what amused you
Your pleasures, yourself,who you were
Yes, you liked me when I amused you
But when I needed you, you weren't there
I had danced to your voice, your gentle touch
But your tender words didn't mean much
A sightseer, a tourist, you visited my pier
You took a piece of my heart, a souvenir.
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