You let me walk away, say what you want to
Made a promise to myself To be thankful everyday Not
Used and ripped off, is how I feel, time takes
Night drive, under night sky, stars hang down like Christmas
You make this all feel not so fun, your not
And it blew up in my face just like a
It’s the way you say the things you say, it’s
Dear John, you were wrong about everything Don't blame me
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