You're not giving me anything new It might be a different color Or you put it in some pretty paper Now with a supercilious bow You can try to change it all you want With this Junk But paint over a zebra And it won't become a horse.... I've heard it all before This one's true And this it really true love really, I mean it Honestly I don't know who you are trying to convince Me or you. My heart is broken A thousand pieces or more It'll never mender Never ever again! Don't be such a drama queen, king It's not even broken just a little bruised. Poor poor me Drowning in a puddle of tears for one reason or another not just simply moving on. No one has ever had as rough as you. poor poor soul I know it must be rough Having problems like everybody else. I've heard it all beforeBirth sign: Gemini
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