Playing with my heart,
you've tied it in a knot.
I've realised what you want,
and its nothing that I've got.
Why do I keep waiting?
For you to notice me,
with all these gorgeous girls,
standing by your feet.
The way I feel about you,
is a feeling I regret.
Stop playing with my heart,
you're nothing special yet.
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