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I do still love you, but not in that way.
It’s not your fault. It does no good to moan.
I know this isn’t what you’d hoped I’d say.

Lying in bed, where once we kissed all day,
I think of how I’ve treated you, and groan;
I do still love you, but not in that way.

Once, every hour we shared was bright and gay,
But now the whole affair seems monotone.
I know this isn’t what you’d hoped I’d say.

You call. You text. You beg and plead – but hey,
Give it a rest. I’m turning off my phone.
I do still love you, but not in that way.

The fact is, you’re too nice. I like to stray,
And you’re in search of someone you can own.
I know this isn’t what you’d hoped I’d say.

I play the game, then cast aside my prey.
I’m bored, I’m tired, I want to be alone.
I do still love you, but not in that way.
I know this isn’t what you’d hoped I’d say.