I've given you them all,
From one to ten,
Many more than I've given,
All other men,
You're toying with my mind,
Manipulating my heart,
Is this what you do?
Some love-sick art?
All day everyday,
Pleading,
Inside I'm hurt,
Internally bleeding,
This is the pain you cause me,
No matter how many chances,
You've used them up, one by one,
Plunged each one, through my heart like lances,
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