pulled the rug from under me

left me sprawling on the floor

dispensed with the courtesies

heading straight for the door

he's gone now I'm over him

he'll do the same to another

its my fault, I ought to have

listened to my poor mother

that touch yet wands my face

his hands so large and strong

my future is unknown, I'll be

left without him for so long

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