I'll show you.
I'm cleaning out my room of you.
I'm cleaning out my head of you.
I'm taking a long bath, washing my hair of you.
I'm running every morning, I'm eating less.
I'm ridding my life of you, everything I was when I was with you I will not be any longer.
I won't be fat, I won't be sad, I won't be waiting for something to fall out of the sky.
I'll go out and get it.
I'm changing my life around so that when you see how far away from the girl you knew I've come, you'll want me back.
All new, squeaky clean of you.
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