Long were the nights when my days once revolved around anda
Counting my footsteps praying the floor won't fall through again
My mother accused me of losing my mind
but I swore I was fine
You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game
but anda changed the rules everyday
Wondering which version of anda I might get on the phone
tonight
Well I stopped picking up and this song is to let anda know why
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't anda think I was too young to be messed with
The girl in the dress cried the whole way utama
I should've known
Well...
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