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Stay with me, lay with me

That is what you told me.

Later to find out that you told her the same thing.

You played me well

But I know better than to fall for your trickery

If only you were as clever as the Cheshire Cat.

Maybe then I'd fall for that crooked smile.

Now my guitar rocks

To the thoughts of our happiness

And the broken pieces of me on the ground.

Maybe this new light will have the glue

That I THOUGHT you had.

Fix my porcelin smile

Mend my heart together

And help me find myself.

This microphone leads me to bliss,

These chords guide me to Haven.

Where you were...

But you traded me for her

Author's Note

ignore grammar