I'm broken hearted
Along the road with broken hearts
I hope this will be a better start
‘cause maybe baby, you can be the sculpture to my art
Forgive and forget are the words that you said
then you came and played me like Russian roulette
CHORUS:
Why do you want me if I already gave up?
I had hope for us
It could’ve been you, me and each other’s love
Take your troubles and put it on me
I am your carry if that's what you need
So come on back, I’ll be your slave
and I’ll be the man of your dreams if you swear you'll behave
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