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People come and people go,
I could act like I care but that’d just be a show.
If you too had lost someone so dear,
the source of my malfunctions would shortly be clear.

People come and people go,
but back-stab me and you’ll be plummeting six feet below.
Don’t ever believe you can lie to my face,
treachery has always been easy for me to place.

People come and people go,
frozen in your memory like an eternal snow.
Memories can’t fade as fast as your scars,
smoke your feelings away with drugs and cheap cigars.

People come and people go,
to keep your heart intact, become a maestro.
The hole left in your ribcage where your heart used to be,
can only ever be filled with harsh apathy.

People come and people go
never forget that their love is just for show.