You play the heartstrings as if they were a harp.    Don't you tell me any different.    So cut the drama.    We'll shed no tears for you.    You are nothing in the grand scheme of things.    Catch and release    But I want to take you down to where the greatest beasts get butterflies    I think you should go back to where you came from    You're fucking things up    You're not wanted here    You are losing your appeal just as fast as rumors fly