But I never could.
Made up my mind to give up on you,
But I never did.
The heart, it does what it wants to,
Till it aches and it breaks.
It runs head-on into that wall that you have built,
It shatters but it tries to mend.
Tis' old heart, tis' old madness,
Why does it love to play the fool?
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