Well
Here we are again
I thought I said last time was the last time
But I must have not heard myself correctly
You know just what to say
To get me back again
And I love to hate you for it
But I sure do hate to love you
This cycle is constantly on repeat
And I’m starting to think it’s my favorite hobby
At the same time I don’t enjoy this game
You’re a far cry from my fairytale ending
But you are exactly what I think I deserve
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