Coming to terms...
Wouldn't let me be
And you broke my heart
My friends had warned me;
I should have known from the start.
But now I'm setting you free,
I'm doing my part.
Can't bother me anymore;
I've come to terms with my lot.
Well? What are you still her for?
But don't get so hot;
After a while, you won't be so sore.
My love could never be bought.
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