I'm writing sad poems on and on
Listening to the same old songs
Which my friend used to listen when he was broke
But I never realized what he was going through from
Now I understand
Cause I'm going through the same time
Same situation
Pulling up together these lines
But I'm not letting the tears come out of my eyes
Because everybody knows I'm not this type
But they don't know what she has done to me
I'm turning into a beast
Knowing the fact I'll never hold you again
Like I used to
My head is over crowded
But I can't stop thinking about it
She did wrong
She did wrong to me
Pick up the phone
Talk to me
You did wrong to me
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