I thought we'd commited
The perfect crime
I'd stolen your heart
And you'd stolen mine
I thought my hand
Was meant to fit yours
I willed it so much
I ignored all your flaws
The lying, the cheating
You backstabbing whore
Yet after all that,
I came back for more
And although your hand
Didnt fit mine like a glove
I'll always remember
This bittersweet love
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