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Then: Why do I torture myself? This can't be good for my health. I have to let her go, My friends say it is so. Of course I realize, There is only one guy in her eyes. But I didn't know she'd ignore me, Being blind by all she could see. I know now where I lie in her heart, Oh how I wish I could go back to the start. Now: Hello? Can you hear me now? I've been calling you for a while, I'm still here you know. And, well, I've got a few questions. Remember that time, That time when you said we'd be friends forever? Was that a lie? Ooh and even better, That time you said you love me. How about that? Was that a lie? It feel

[A man, dressed in a smart-casual suit, sits on a high-backed chair with one leg neatly crossed over the other, a pipe in his hand with the stem in the corner of his mouth. He seems to be ignoring the audience, a piece of paper in his free hand, all of his concentration focused on that sheet. He takes the pipe out of his mouth to murmur softly, as though reading what’s on the paper. After a few moments of silence, he raises his brows and looks over the top of the paper, as if he knew the audience were there all along, he just chose to purposefully pretend they weren’t there. He softly smirks, though not cruelly, more with an air of