You can’t tell your heart anything. It’s happening to you, like it or not. Let that sink in then think about how it worked out for you. What have you got? Ooh, love. Ooh, cutthroat love. You still dream of what could have been if you’d come in ahead and life was fair. Take your wishes and let them go and get to know your head. Try not to care. Betrayal, yes, it’ll come to you once more and we fail and we fail and we fail exactly like we did before. You hold hope but you study hard for your reward. Come on, it’s not so bad. Show you’re grateful, for it was fun till it was done. It’s gone, as is what you had.