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Gerald called me this evening. Nearly 4 months and no word, and then there's his voice. I actually missed him for one second when he said "Hello Frances." He made comments on how he missed me, and how he was sorry. I told him to come pick up the books he left here, and hung up. I know to you, I seemed rude and careless. But you don't know the whole story. He broke my heart. *looks down at the desk* I...I walked in on him with another woman. It angered me so much. I loved this man with all my heart, and I suppose that wasn't enough for him. *wipes a single tear that has fallen on her cheek*
You took your coat off and stood in the rain. You're always crazy like that.
And I watched from my window. Always felt I was outside looking in on you.
You're always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair. You were fashionably sensitive. But too cool to care. You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say, besides some comment on the weather. Well in case you failed to notice,
in case you failed to see, this is my heart bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees, and these foolish games are tearing me apart. And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart. You're breaking my heart. You're always brilliant in the morning, smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee. Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you. You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones as I clumsily strummed my guitar. Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else.
Somebody who gave a damn. Somebody more like myself.
You took your coat off and stood in the rain. You're always crazy like that.
And I watched from my window. Always felt I was outside looking in on you.
You're always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair. You were fashionably sensitive. But too cool to care. You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say, besides some comment on the weather. Well in case you failed to notice,
in case you failed to see, this is my heart bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees, and these foolish games are tearing me apart. And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart. You're breaking my heart. You're always brilliant in the morning, smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee. Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you. You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones as I clumsily strummed my guitar. Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else.
Somebody who gave a damn. Somebody more like myself.