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What else can i do but try to steer clear?
you're quickly coming in second as heartbreak of the year,
you became my worst fear a blonde who isn't into me,
after we had a two week fling squashed like a centipede,

never should've rushed things, now all i miss is when,
it'd start as a massage but a cuddle is how it'd end,
always talk about some friend and asking for something,
just to have me always say yes hoping we'd be touching,

but what i get is nothing, a pretty girl with a big wall,
let me climb to the top so i could have a big fall,
could it be the next call i could possibly ignore?
like the nights you moved on top of my arm and snored,

what else am i for? gotta be better than us,
sometimes i hurt even with full trust,
no need to fuss gotta give myself some time,
to get used to the thought of you never being mine.