A long night ago you made yours,
Did you care?
As you caressed the sweat in my skin that was yours,
Could you even to my eyes stare?

What's done is done,
You took whatever you thought could be claimed,
But now that you are gone,
Who is really the one to be blamed?

I knew what was to come,
And yet I followed my heart,
I knew what was to come,
And now my illusions are teared appart.

I thought nobody would ever know,
Not even the man that today at me stares,
And easily can read my eyes' glares,
I thought he would never know.

Poor little O' me!
In the shithole that I'm in!
I was too blind too see,
My so transparent soul within,
Now he not only knows but didn't bother,
To ask me if I used to speak in my sleep,
When I used to sleep all along with his brother.

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