Don't go playing with my fragile heart,
There's no place for tears anymore,
Just a space occupied by hazel eyes and a smile so bright,
Don't go playing with my fragile heart,
There's walls build but still unsteady,
There's no place for weaknesses, no place for tears,
Only a small space taken by hazel eyes and a witty smile,
Don't go playing with my broken heart,
The tears I've cried has already dried,
And the place that's left taken by those hazel eyes,
Don't go playing with my broken heart,
I don't know how much he can take,
The space those hazel eyes have taken,
Can beat for no other but that witty smile,
And those hazel eyes.
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