Angry that someone interrupted the songwriting process, I leave the bedroom and go to the door. When I open it, my eyes collide with the person who should be with me now. Anger instantly disappears, giving way to a pinching tenderness reaching to the fingertips of love.
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So, I think I’m just about over being your girlfriend..
I’m leaving, I’m leaving
No more wondering what you’ve been doing
Where you been sleeping..
It’s over..
I’m leaving,
I’m leaving..