You'll be sorry
He wasn’t the first, and wouldn’t be the last.
Once again I put my heart on the line.
I didn’t think about what you would go through,
I wanted him, I needed him.
Within two weeks I was alone again,
With the heart I gave away, returned broken.
I’m sorry I was careless, sorry I was ruthless.
I didn’t mean to throw you away, but then again
He wasn’t my first and won’t be my last.
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