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Jan 2012
You treat me like I stole her
When really all you did was take a toll on her
She is tired of your selfishness
This whole situation starts to bore
I wish I could tell you everything and pour
But every time I try to tell you what is best
You make me take the blame
From her I want pure love not fame
This is no longer a love game
You can frame me no more
You are so blind you forget where to aim
Your selfishness can’t  ever seem to be tamed
She changed the direction of her heart
Finally a love that cannot be broke apart
What we have is like a priceless piece of art
But you can’t seem to depart from your feelings
You think that I am stealing her
When really I am healing her from your destruction
The battered pieces you left of her
Ellen Elizabeth
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Ellen Elizabeth
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   SimonHollo, --- and SK Fisher
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