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He has DOOMED himself to be eternally savaged in future Taylor Swift albums after they almost inevitably split.

Agree 100%

So she wants to settle down and have children...lol

Have you ever seen her even near a child??

He has DOOMED himself to be eternally savaged in future Taylor Swift albums after they almost inevitably split.

"End Zone Heartbreak" by Taylor Swift

I wore your jersey like it was armor
Red and gold in the VIP suite
You scored touchdowns, I scored forever
Thought we’d run this play on repeat
Arrowhead lights, your helmet shining
My name on your lips in the roar
But the clock ran out in the fourth quarter
And forever walked out the door

You said “I got you, babe” on national TV
Cameras flashing, the whole world could see
Now the headlines scream what we couldn’t say
We both fumbled the love away

This is me after the whistle blew
Packing up the memories, the 87 tattoo
I gave you my Sundays, you gave me the ring
Turns out even Super Bowls don’t mean everything
You’ll keep the trophy, I’ll keep the scars
We were midfield magic, now we’re miles apart
Touchdown turned to touch-and-go
Guess even champions have to let go

I replay the fights in the off-season
Your silence louder than any crowd
I was writing songs in the dark again
While you were out chasing the loud
Mama said “Baby, he’s just a boy in pads”
But I built a whole kingdom on maybes
Now the mansion feels like an empty stadium
Echoes of “I love you” turning to “lately”

This is me after the whistle blew
Burning the playbooks, starting brand new
I gave you my heart like a Hail Mary pass
You dropped it in the end zone, walked off too fast
You’ll keep the glory, I’ll keep the tears
Writing albums about the best two years
Touchdown turned to timeout, it’s true
Even Taylor Swift can lose someone like you

I don’t hate you, I hate the way
You looked at me like I was just a phase
A victory lap that lost its shine
When the confetti fell and you weren’t mine
Maybe someday in some VIP
You’ll hear this song and think of me
But I’ll be dancing with somebody new
Who doesn’t need a scoreboard to stay true

This is me after loving you
No more red lipstick on your number 87 crew
I’ll trade the box seats for a quiet street
Where nobody’s keeping score on me
You can have the rings, the fame, the roar
I’m taking back the girl you can’t ignore
From the 50-yard line to the great unknown
Your ex–Miss Americana’s going home alone
But not for long

Hey Travis, it’s me
I hope she loves you louder than the crowd ever did
I hope you win every Sunday
Just know some losses
Still feel like this

Since I don’t really know who these alleged people are, I don’t give a flying fig what they do or where, and how they do it.

On to the actual news of the day.