She is haunting me again
Her pretty lips replaying in my mind
Touching your skin
Her mouth likes to whisper in my ear
She talks about you like a sin
I can't close my eyes and tell her she's not real anymore
The end of her story is where I begin
But what she doesn't know is I can start to haunt her
Because I have you, and not her, in the end
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