It's Not As Bad (As It Seems)
P Patti Masterman
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Where once love seemed safe
(At least he saved my heart)
Through rejecting me
(His refusal was pure art)
He planned his escape
(And he carried out his part)
And lonely's my place
(But inside's a dreadful dark)
Now I'm the dusty refuse on the street
(though was done, with no ill will at all)
I should be accustomed to defeat
(But why should my own smallness make him tall?)
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