You let me walk away, say what you want to
Used and ripped off, is how I feel, time takes
Best friend I can't relate to, no I don't hate
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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