When I sent you off
Bought you chocolates to keep the little girl happy
Got you a new lipstick to equip the lady I soon see
I went back to the reality
After I have sent you off
Sometimes I would rather have my teeth decayed
Than to witness defeat
When true color is unleashed
I am neither disheartened nor cheered
Solely delivering some mourning speech
Over that me
That me when I sent you off.
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