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You’ve sat down, and you watch me fumble with the guitar. My thoughts wander. I’m drunk.
Something bad happened in 1990 on the 28th of May.It turned out not to be such a great Memorial Day.I saw a very beautiful girl who looked like she was sixteen or seventeen.
When you told me that you didn’t love me. I was not surprised. I did not stop to question how you couldn’t love someone as empty as myself. I was disappointed, I will admit it, but isn’t this always how it goes?
He loves me He loves me not He loves me He loves me not Thought we were meant to be Guess i was wrong Stole my heart