A Player 1 without a player 2

I was a player one without a player two Not knowing whether I should continue I was down to my last heart And afraid to press start To play the same level course And only to have the same ending of divorce  To be confronted with an OBJECTION! When I offered them my affection But with that ending I found something more that there was always another level to explore And now what I have for you Is my last continue! And this poem, it came the bottom of my heart So will you please be my P2 and press Start?

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