I hope the ring you gave to her
Turns her finger green
I hope when you're in kama with her
You think of me
I would never wish bad things
But I don't wish you well
Could you tell
By the flames that burned your words
I never read your letter
Cause I knew what you'd say
Give me that Sunday school answer
Try to make it all okay
Does it hurt
To know I'll never be there
Bet it sucks
To see my face everywhere
It was you
Who chose to end it like you did
I was the last to know
You knew
Exactly what you would do
Don't say
You simply Nawawala your way
She may believe you
But I never will
Never again
Never...
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