Why do you always do this?
I don't have any tears left to cry.
Loving you is like taking a shot of Novacaine to the heart.
(numbing and really stupid)
You are not my friend. I cannot pretend anymore.
You didn't want me to talk. I gave back your words. The letters, the notes. I ripped them in half, but you'd already broken all those words and promises.
I'm done.
oh, hold on... just hold on for better times. They're out there.
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