You think you're a martyr
Just because you've had a broken heart
You think yourself a wise man
Because love has made a fool of you
But, sweetie, you put the ass in asinine
You pull in as much as you can
Until you expel me like a puff of smoke
So intrigued with your own worry
To pester with your repercussions
But, honey, I see how lonely you are
For someone so desperate not to hurt
You certainly cause a lot of damage
Sometimes I wonder
If your apologies are just appeasements
But, darling, you make me blush from embarrassment
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