There's nothing to talk about
you messed my heart up with your bitter sweet talks
But I know that with your weak courageous mind in my front door it's were you walks
You still knocks,
You still make a lot noise just like how your appearance doesThis time around you come again for third time
I won't open my door, I have also rejected you for the third time
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