Verse 1: Do I really need to cry more, over you? I thought that we were, stuck like glue. My friends could all see through the mask, but for me it wasn't no easy task.
Chorus: No, I don't really care. To me now your not really there. So please, I beg you, it's okay. But I want you to ju-ust go away!
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