It's nice to be in love. It's nice to have found new love, it feels ok to hurt the one we loved.
It's a game, loser dun blame. Good time was it real? Bad time is bad but real.
Bubbles are beautiful, when they burst got only tearful.
Blame the bubbles? Or just wait till it's not painful.
Bitter sweet memories left soap taste in mouth, romantic self never have sorted it out.
Sweet poison is drug, feed it to the one u lust, till the next player in, the previous one is nowhere to be seen.
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