| It’s a shame, that I love you and you don’t feel the way I do
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| Who’s to blame?
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| Well cupid is, before his arrow disappears
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| Is it too much to ask not to be left in the dark?
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| Staring out the window, crying
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| Waiting for you to come back
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| Climbing up the trees where I’ve been, closing my eyes to relax
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| I’m singing for solace, you’re falling out of my pocket
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| Can’t believe, I messed it up bet you’re relieved
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| But it makes me mad, mad, mad, mad
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| And I’m tearing my hair out
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| Tearing my hair out
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| Yeah, I’m tearing my hair out
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| Tearing my hair out
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| It’s not right, that you’re okay
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| And all your feelings dissipate
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| While I scream, and punch the walls
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| And you’re not picking up my calls
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| Is it too much to ask not to be left in the dark?
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| Sing me an older song
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| I don’t know the words to this one
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| Let me see the final sun outside before the storm comes
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| I’m singing for solace, you’re falling out of my pocket
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| Can’t believe, I messed it up bet you’re relieved
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| But it makes me mad, mad, mad, mad
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| And I’m tearing my hair out
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| Tearing my hair out
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| Yeah, I’m tearing my hair out
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| Tearing my hair out
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| You’re making a mess of me
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| Like we don’t have history
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| Don’t I deserve sympathy?
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| For drowning in all your misery
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| It’s just like you to be so glad
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| Proud of the power I let you have over me
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| But you make me mad
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| And I’m tearing my hair out
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| Tearing my hair out
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| Yeah, I’m tearing my hair out
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| Tearing my hair out
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| And I’m tearing my hair out
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| Tearing my hair out
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| Yeah, I’m tearing my hair out
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| Tearing my hair out |