Done, and done again

Until I can do it no more

Finally I've realized that pain

Is pushing me out the door.

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My misconceptions of love

Based on heartfelt sighs

Pleasures not yet thought of

Already resound with cries.

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Harden my heart

Get you out of my view

I hate that we'll be apart

But, baby, we're through.

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