You sure weren't rich. Didn't live in the city.
Didn't whisper sweet nothings. Never told me I'm pretty.
You sure weren't perfect. What's perfect these days?

But you left me now I'm destroyed.
You cheated at cards, and lied when you hung out
in bars making time with those girls you called old pals
I cried when you left me,
now I'm wondering when you'll make it all up to me?
Don't I have the right to be over you yet?
I've tried pretending. I tried to forget.
Though it's past three AM I would still let you in
'cause I can't go on dreaming alone.
I work at my desk and stare at the letter
and think of the first one that you never answered.
Pour milk in my coffee and watch it explode
and know that you're doing the same.
Don't I have the right to be over this fling?
You once said you loved me- we talked about rings.
I would try someone new if that someone would love me the way you did.
Don't I have the right to be loved?

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