You were never the reason I drew hearts,
so what made you think you'd be the reason I stopped.
You weren't what I was looking for,
you're not my dream man.
You were a boy playing dress-up in his dad's underwear,
you may have wore the pants but they were clearly too big for you.
You could not make me stop loving.
You're a prop.
Consider that a Theatre Major's very kind way of calling you a tool
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