Sometimes I still miss you.
Then I try to remember all
the bad times we had, and
all of the rude things you
said to me. Then I ask myself
why I ever loved a jerk like
you. Then I forget you even
exist, and I move on from you.
Then I try to remember all
the bad times we had, and
all of the rude things you
said to me. Then I ask myself
why I ever loved a jerk like
you. Then I forget you even
exist, and I move on from you.
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