Mi-- oh you!

We see our hero fall from grace
He was ne'er happy in the first place
He sits and loathes and kneads the pain
He drives and feeds himself insane
His love has flown away from him
She left him cold as ice and dim
She never even said goodbye
She stole his phone without a why

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