You took another cigarette... and pressed it against your lips...

The tiny flame lit the end on the third try ... You inhaled deeply...

and made the feeling last... you laid your cigarette down...

With your gentle lipstick marks still on it...



But you can cry all night... and it might make everything right...

Because I was the one who did the breaking...

But you took my heart with you anyway...

Oh cause I was the one who did the breaking...

But you didn’t play by the rules...



You can sing me a song... all weak kneed with melody...

But as long as I’ll never know... the lies you told never helped me...

Just remember... you were the one who screwed it up...

You were the one who screwed it up... not me...



A wise man once told me that all is fair in love and war...

But before this war started... I wasn’t kept up to date on the score...

All is fair... so don’t cry over me...

I can’t take much more of this... leave the field... let the war be...



All is fair...all is fair...all is fair...all is fair...








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