Coming to terms...

Wouldn't let me be

And you broke my heart

My friends had warned me;

I should have known from the start.

But now I'm setting you free,

I'm doing my part.

Can't bother me anymore;

I've come to terms with my lot.

Well? What are you still her for?

But don't get so hot;

After a while, you won't be so sore.

My love could never be bought.

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