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I played hide and go seek with your heart, and so now

You're trying to break mine, you're doing a fine job

Pasta I made for you sits on the counter still

And now it isn't so hot anymore

Mom, you told me that life is more

Than just a series of broken hearts

But I'm having a hard time finding the end

Or where it starts

When I was five I went out to catch butterflies

And now I'm getting them all down below