Please, don't play with my heart:
I'm pretending to feel
something strong, something hard,
something perfectly real
that destroys all my thoughts,
that ignores my desires...
Tell me, dear, what is worse:
one more look? one more smile?
One more letter? One gift?
Cup of tea? SMS?
I don't think I can live
close to somebody else...
That's no reason to pay
for this feeling at all.
Maybe you'll understand...
Maybe no... Maybe no...
That's all right... That's all right...
Really, dear, I'm OK.
But don't play with my heart
'cos I'm ready to fail...
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