Today I take a different view,
for today's the start of something new,
for two long years I've played this game,
my pen has spelt none but your name,
but today's the day I break your spell,
no more I'll spell your name, Michelle.
There'll be no more stringing me along,
nor feeling like I don't belong,
don't you see I'm finally free,
you no longer have a hold of me,
don't think I don't mean it, I promise I do,
no more shall I write about you.
I'll write about the things I want,
like the lights in Vegas or the Fall in Vermont,
but just a second, no! It's true ...
this one's about you too.
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