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Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now  
I sit on the couch, and hate myself. I let you go. I watched you walk out, and didn't stop you. Why? Why didn't I stop you? Because you twisted my heart, stabbed it and put it back. I'm numb, and you walked out with my heart on the floor.
Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same
the Empty flat still echoes with the music we listened to, and I wince. We would dance around, me and you, and sing stupidly. We had a laugh on a weekend morning, making waffles and singing to our song. It was our song, you claimed that when you moved in. Why do you run away?
When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down
I won't answer the door. I hear the answer machine, and the tears roll down my cheeks. It was us, the morning you said yes, our joint 'sorry' to whoever was calling. I take off the ring you gave me. 'Promise not to cheat?' you had whispered. I had nodded, and you slipped the gold band onto my finger. I throw it on the floor, and watch it roll. I stand, and reset the message. 'Sorry, I'm not in just now, leave a message. Or don't. I don't care' I walk through the flat, and remember, the hardest thing, because I'm raw inside.
Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name
I look at ou-my room door, and more tears slip. I close the door, and slid down the door, tears falling like a river flows, fast and unstoppable. I pull my phone out, and look at the messages. 'FB says Your single. True?' only my friend would say that. Twitter update, ' I left him. Jerkface' the message screamed at my face, mocking. I throw my phone at the wall, wincing as it smashes.
It all just sounds like oooooh…
The flat's empty, silent, other than my sobs. My shoes lay with my phone, thrown and abandoned, hated. I sob, because my anchor walked out, and with them, my love towards life. I rock slightly, and swipe a hand under my nose. I don't care what happens now, I'm over.
Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize
I love you. Loved. Why did it end like it did? Because I never did the things you wanted. You wanted my attention, even when I was busy. I stumble to my feet, and through to the bathroom, tears blinding my eyes still, so I walk into door-frames and walls, more tears falling at the extra pain. I look at the blurred picture the mirror throws back. Eyes a mess, tears making my face blotch up. I stumble to the living room, and swipe tissues over my eyes and face, and demand my brain to stop.
That I should have bought you flowers,
And held your hand,
Should have gave you all my hours,
When I had the chance,
Take you to every party,
Cause all you wanted to do was dance,
Now my baby's dancing,
But she's dancing with another man.
I look at my watch. 06:15. I try not to think what we'd be doing, but it floods to me. making dinner, your kisses on my neck. What I'd do to hold you now, oh babe you don't even know My brain generates the lyrics, and I grab my guitar and paper, and play til it's all drowned out. The sadness, the ache, the sorrow, the self hate. You walk out on me, My guitar is still there. I play for hours, and wake in the morning passed out on the couch.
My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways
I rub the sleep from my eyes, and call your name, when it all floods back. I let it wash over me, and stand, going through the motions of my normal routine, the flat silent. I hum my song from last night. I go to get dressed, and ignore your remaining stuff. I grab my bag, and walk from the flat, bag slung over my shoulder, phone, screen still shattered, but working, in my hand. I walk to work, head down, the few minutes to the vetenary surgery I work part-time in. 'Dude, you okay?' I muddle through the day with that.
Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life
I walk back to the flat, and open the door, looking at the turmoil you left. I sigh, and start cleaning up, leaving a box with all your stuff by the door, and continue through the flat. I sit down at 06:30 with my meal, the flat the cleanest it had been. But you were never for cleaning. So I did it when you were out. Not like you noticed. To headstrong for that.
Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, ohh…
And it haunts me every time I close my eyes
I know it was my fault. According to you, but I did nothing. But i see you when I shut my eyes, when I blink, and I see you scolding me, yelling, walking out. And I break a little more.
It all just sounds like oooooh…
Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers
And held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours
When I had the chance
Take you to every party
Cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby's dancing
But she's dancing with another man
I bin all the things you bought, and life returns. I see you in the shops, ad miss that aisle. I wait for you to collect that box, but you never do. I date another, and I see you with him, and it breaks me. You cheated on me to be with him, and I sit and cry still. So I hope your happy now.
Although it hurts,
I'll be the first to say that I was wrong,
Oh, I know I'm probably much too late,
To try and apologize for my mistakes,
But I just want you to know.
I hope he buys you flowers,
I hope he holds your hand,
Give you all his hours,
When he has the chance,
Take you to every party,
Cause I remember how much you loved to dance,
Do all the things I should have done,
When I was your man,
Do all the things I should have done,
When I was your man.
Life moved on. Somebody else moved in, I married them, but you had my heart, and took a bit, so there's no way I couldn't forget you. Baby, you take my heart, throw a rope and cut it. So I hope your Happy now, steal my heart, steal my love.
Hey, uh, This was written LATE at night, and when I couldn't be bothered writing, so sorry If it's rubbish.
interpret it as a frerard, or just someone and a partner. you decide, I wrote it like that (i hope)
*EDIT* I hoped for the italics to show up, cause i spent ages on doing it. But they never, so the song lyrics are on their own, like:
the Empty flat still echoes with the music we listened to, and I wince. We would dance around, me and you, and sing stupidly. We had a laugh on a weekend morning, making waffles and singing to our song. It was our song, you claimed that when you moved in. Why do you run away?
When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down
I won't answer the door. I hear the answer machine, and the tears roll down my cheeks. It was us, the morning you said yes, our joint 'sorry' to whoever was calling. I take off the ring you gave me. 'Promise not to cheat?' you had whispered. I had nodded, and you slipped the gold band onto my finger. I throw it on the floor, and watch it roll. I stand, and reset the message. 'Sorry, I’m not in just now, leave a message. Or don't. I don't care' I walk through the flat, and remember, the hardest thing, because I’m raw inside.

(c) Song- when I was your man- Bruno Mars- his song.
Story- (c) Me.
the song, so you can listen to it and read :) [link]
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