but it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?
And it was my heart on the line
You really f***ed it up this time
Didn’t you, my dear?
A fill-in.
That’s what he called me.
Why couldn’t he just let me pretend we had something good?
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