I could have done something. No, I SHOULD have done something. He was right, they were all right. I kept to myself too much and I was too stubborn, self-centered and stupid to see that they did in fact cared about my problems, my life, me. But it's too late, and now he's gone, they're all gone, and it's all my fault...
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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..