Your Album was About me & it Sucked

I listened to what you had to sing

And it brings back all the reasons why

You’ll never see me again

Forever apart

Pain is just a word used to describe my heart

I guess this is what you call art

I had my faults

And you had yours

Senior year went by like a blur

Italy was fine and I got drunk off of red wine every night

Trying to relieve you from my mind

I don’t want to try us another time

I know you’ll be fine

No I can’t spare a few bucks

Your album was about me

And it sucked

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