You may not know it,
but your playing with my heart.
It's broken, then it's hopeful,
then it's broken again.
If only you knew,
how much it hurts.
To have people promise me things about you,
then we're back to where we started.
I know you can't help it,
and you don't know it,
but,
you're playing with my heart
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