Go on, ignore me—you're busy, I'm sure,
Or is it space you're longing for?
If your heart has changed, don't hesitate,
Go on, just seal my twisted fate.
Break me again, leave me to cry,
Wondering why I let you inside.
Is it you, or am I to blame?
For playing twice this foolish game.
Oh, it must be sweet, must be nice,
To love someone—who breaks you twice.
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