In a month span of only four
There's at least been two
But probably more
Hearts that I have unintentionally stolen,
Feelings I have set rolling
Out into no man's land where they shouldn't go,
Out where the venture despite the fact they know
I don't want a man
I don't want someone to
Hold my hand
Love is a bore
And I'm a whore
But I'm one with intellect
So they can't forget
So they all
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