When I was five,
I watched my mother cry
Because daddy left her
For the lady with the bright pink lips
That worked the cash register at the local mart
When I was ten,
I found my sister on her bedroom floor
With a bottle of pills
Because the boy she loved
Kissed the girl next door
But, I never really knew true heartbreak
Until I was fifteen,
And you told me you loved me
and then kissed my best friend
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