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[This is a song out to every guy who lost the love of his life, because he denied being in love with her.]

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Pretend to be the perfect player
But in the end you’ll be a loser
Lose the one girl you’d ever love
Do whatever, pray to gods above

If you tell her the way you feel
You may get something oh so real
Pretend to break hearts the whole while
The jury’s out, you’ve lost the trial

She walked away, tear streaked eyes
That was the last left of your tries
You tried to act so obnoxious
Well, congrats now you’re noxious

If you tell her the way you feel
You may get something oh so real
Pretend to break hearts the whole while
The jury’s out, you’ve lost the trial

She was the warmth in you heart so cold
And then she was the one you sold
Given away for something so cheap
The key to your heart left in an old heap

If you tell her the way you feel
You may get something oh so real
Pretend to break hearts the whole while
The jury’s out, you’ve lost the trial

Your unpolished jewel has been taken away
Now you’re alone and your whore won’t stay
Regret it now, oh well; it’s too late for this
She married god, and she’s the one you miss

If you tell her the way you feel
You may get something oh so real
Pretend to break hearts the whole while
The jury’s out, you’ve lost the trial

Don’t just stand there and break a heart
You could’ve saved her from the start

Don’t just stand there and break a heart
You could’ve saved her from the start

If you tell her the way you feel
You may get something oh so real
Pretend to break hearts the whole while
The jury’s out, you’ve lost the trial