Single Man Waiting For The Bus In The Pouring Rain I carve this heart on to my skin, I wear these jeans you love me in, I flaunt this shirt you ripped wide open, I purse these lips you kissed so often, I blink these eyes you looked right through I ruffle this hair that you once blew. Your love was only something surface. Material. Once I didn't have my money, my looks and my awesome personality, you fucked off with some estate agent called Gareth from Northampton.
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