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I spit out the bitter taste,
of sudden haste at which you left me.
I feel like I've been maced,
right in the face.

Is this the way that you planned to leave,
this now half-shelled man.
This I refuse to believe,
I wipe my tears upon my sleeve.

This game got played and went to far,
what is there that i can do?
I get in my car,
I see a long, metal bar.

The road was long and backed severly.
Is this the action I have choosen?
I am not thinking clearly,
my eyes are all teary.

My brakes squeal stopped a block from your house,
I walk the rest of the way,
I only wanted to be your spouse,
the sound i make getting in you place is quiet as a mouse.

Your place comprimised,
jimmy open your door,
and the look on you face is one of surprise,
if i got caught i knew my demise.

She opened her mouth and the words that came out,
sounded something like this,
"My father may pout,
but without a doubt,

My life is much better off with you."

I had you worried, right?