Now I'm taking second chances
On your half-assed dull romances.
In the end it's still the same,
We'll play this one win tiring game
Called:
Second chance gone now you'll miss me
When I'm just so sick of, "Maybe
I'll be back next spring
but baby we are meant to be."
Say:
It's over when it's time to close that door,
But then you open every other one which leads you to the second floor.
And I'm so sick of being sick.
I'm so sick of hanging onto this.
When I know that your, "I love you."
Is too far above your heart to matter anyways.
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