The party's over:
Not even one balloon
Only strains, of lonesome tune.
An empty park bench!
Created just for two...
Now, I don't know what to do?
Left alone, but why?
All I can do is sigh...
Never meant...to be my guy.
The party's over:
My green eyes turn to blue
There's no party...without you.
The party's over:
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