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I knew from the beginning
That you were just a flirt.
Yet, I fell in love with you,
Knowing I'd be hurt.

I thought I would tie you down,
And make you love just me;
But how could I do something
That wasn't meant to be?

I know you'll never love me,
And I'm trying not to cry;
For, I know I'll find the strength
To kiss your lips good-bye.

When you ask for me again,
You'll find I won't be there.
I want a love to call my own,
Not one I have to share.