I fear I am just another one to add to the collection.
Soon enough I will have been replaced and forgotten.
You will be telling the new girl about me.
And she will think I am nothing more.
She will never know how much I loved you,
Or how you loved me back.
How can your love be so replaceable?
Mine will never be so, I am sure.
No matter how many times my heart is broken.
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