Love is a ruthless game unless you play it good or right.
Hey, Taylor Swift, it's play it WELL and right, but I guess you can get away with it.
This is the State of Grace; you're my Archille's heel.
The slope is treacherous; this path is reckless.
And all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along. Forever going with the flow, but you're friction.
I thought you'd be here by now, real self.
Come back, come back to me...
All italics are from Taylor Swift's songs except this line
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