I Blame You Not For Deceiving Me,
Perhaps That's Just The Way Love Goes...
There Are Those Who Win, There Are Those Who Lose;
And I Happen To Be The Loser I Suppose.
I Blame You Not For Having A Change Of Heart,
Some Good Things They Say Just Never Last...
You Fell In Love With Someone Else And Nothing I Can Do About That;
But What Hurts Me The Most Is The Fact That It All Happened So Fast,
And Of All People To Know About It--I Was The Very Last.
But For All The Anguish That Envelopes Me Right Now,
All This Sorrow That's Been Killing Me Somehow...
Dear, I Blame You Not.
I Guess I Just Love You Too Much...
Too Much That Even If You've Hurt Me,
I Still Wish You To Be Happy;
Even If You've Torn My Heart Apart,
I Still Wish Your New Found Love Will Last.
And Even If You've Left Me Tormented...
It's Still You That I Wanted.
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