The day you went away
You had to screw me over
I guess you didn't know
All the stuff you left me with
Is way too much to handle
But I guess you don't care
You don't need to preach
You don't have to love me, all the time
Whatever on earth possessed you
To make this bold decision
I guess you don't need me
While whispering those words
I cried like a baby
Hoping you would care
You don't need to preach
You don't have to love me, all the time
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