Commentary: Welcome to the most bleak & bitter week of the R.B.D.S.O.T.D.'s whole year. Your love is a lie. Romance always ends in tears & heartbreak. Misery, misery, misery.
"You chose the words you knew would make me cry,
You've probably done it to a hundred guys,
I'm not crying, I got something in my eyes!
You said you never really felt a thing,
You said you didn't like the way I sing,
I'm not crying, but my eyes they really sting…"
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