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I knew it wouldn't last. It all happened so fast.
The relationship's end was expected, happened quickly.
One minute they were so in love and the next one she had passed.
The sudden shift from love to her passing.
I always had my doubts. I figured it all out.
Always had suspicions, now confirmed.
I knew something was curious when he would talk about how love wasn't a race,
Noticed oddities in his talk about love.
The guilt writ on his face, right there in black and white, I think it serves him right.
His guilt was evident, confirming suspicions.
I told you it was him. I tell it like it is.
Asserting honesty about the situation.
The story served his purpose and look at what he did.
His story served his intentions, implying manipulation.
I just read the lines, the acts are his designs.
Observing his actions, suggesting manipulation.
I don't tell him what to do, I just tell it back to you.
Not directing him but recounting his actions.
And I will tell you this, he killed her with his kiss.
His actions led to her demise.
I think it serves him right. I think it serves him right
Belief that consequences match his actions.
"Maybe it was my fault and I deserve to be upset,
Suggesting self-blame and regret.
Maybe the price of being wrong is a lifetime of regret.
Consequences of being wrong are lifelong regret.
So please tear up my memories into a thousand little parts
Desire to let go of memories to avoid pain.
And give them to somebody else so that they won't tear up my heart."
Request to let go of memories to heal.
"Maybe it was my fault and I deserve to be upset,
Repetition of lines 12-15 for emphasis on regret and letting go.
Maybe the price of being wrong is a lifetime of regret.
-So please tear up my memories into a thousand little parts
-And give them to somebody else so that they won't tear up my heart.
-The words are adding up. The overflowing cup.
Accumulating evidence and emotions.
The leads and the details are enough to tip the scale.
Details tipping the balance of truth.
Take his life for a refrain, make the verses his domain,
Suggesting his life as a repeated story.
Put him inside of a frame and have him tell the tale again.
Immortalizing him in a narrative, reliving the tale.
A life in paper he will serve. The correction he deserves.
Living through written words, deserved correction.
A lifetime to recite, I think it serves him right.
His life spent reliving the wrongdoing, fitting punishment.
Everyone's agreed that David did mislead
Consensus on his deception, concealing actions.
As he concealed from everyone his crimes and his misdeeds
Hiding crimes and deceiving others.
More power in the sentence than in the power of the word.
Actions speak louder than words.
His time into tenses and his actions into verbs.
His actions define him, not his words.
It serves him right.
Reaffirmation that consequences align with his actions.
"Maybe it was my fault and I deserve to be upset,
Reiteration of regret, longing to let go of memories.
Maybe the price of being wrong is a lifetime of regret.
-So please tear up my memories into a thousand little parts
-And give them to somebody else so that they won't tear up my heart."
-"Maybe it was my fault and I deserve to be upset,
-Maybe the price of being wrong is a lifetime of regret.
-So please tear up my memories into a thousand little parts
-And give them to somebody else so that they won't tear up my heart.
-Box up the hopes I had to change, I don't want them around.
Willingness to abandon hopes for change.
Strike a nail into the coffin and put it in the ground.
Acceptance of the end and closure.
If a confession's what you want, I'm happy to oblige.
Willingness to confess, aware of truth's paradox.
Sing it from the mountaintops, I know the truth's a lie.
Acknowledgment of truth's complexities.
So throw me to the lions to give them a bitter meal.
Willingness to face consequences, feeling immense pain.
An eternity of hurt couldn't compare to how I feel.
Pain endured surpasses any eternity of hurt.
Or lock me up forever, I won't put up a fight.
Resignation to consequences, no resistance.
I tried to steal a little love from life, I know it serves me right
Acceptance that consequences match actions.
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