once in a life time
you call me pretty you call me smart, then you go and tear me apart you whisper "i love youthen scream "goodbye" you called me yours i thought youwere mine i wish you would make up your mind it hurts to wonder wether we'll last or when im gone you'll move on to the next you'll call her pretty you'll call her smart, yet im still the one your tearing apart
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