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well I'm back in the class

falling out of your past

all the letters I wrote

and you thought as a joke

and the phone never rings

when your cold and it strings

all the holidays suck

by myself, cause i'm fucked

and i'm dying, dying, dying

so how does it feel

how does it feel

cause its tearing me apart

how does it feel

how does it feel

cause its tearing me apart

well i'm back for some more

round two was a bore

and your drifting away

cause you want it that way

and i'm picking up pieces

of hearts that completely

are broken in two

so it must of been you

while your lying in bed with somebody new

you can not convince me anymore

you can not control me like before

you can not convince me anymore

you can not control me like before

how does it feel

and its 1:45

and i'm feeling alive

I've got it all

and its your last call

there's somebody new

and she's better then you

you've been replaced

by a prettier face

so look who's crying now

We don't want to be the enemies of what we used to be

we don't want to be the enemy of what we used to be

*

yup, school is okay. so far... this weekend is gonna rock.martha and lena are comin' down from college im gonna party like crazy. maybe go to nashville.

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