To the one who never knew the real reason
On your back
In the middle of the night
Every day is one more fight
As I look at you in your gaze
You’re going to see those sad, sad days
Don’t call me baby
I won’t call you
I’m not your baby
I won’t be missing you now
I hate the fact I lied
Was more fun making you my bride
You weren’t what I wanted anyway
I’ll get the message through some day
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