One
I was in love
Two
I was actually happy
Three
There was to much pain to carry
These three things keep on repeating themselves
You think I would've learned by now
No I haven't
I couldn't have
Because
One, Two, Three
There we go
This world isn't perfect
Why cant I ever learn
Its to hard
To make it through the pain
When one comes again
I am so happy
I cant stop
Its to hard to let go
I never would see it coming
Its to hard
to see and stop
What you really want
One... Two... and Three...
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