Kicking back in my car with beats going, Thinking of that pretty girl. She is the best one for me, She is the best one for me.
Then I remember what happened, She makes me like dust now, I feel so alone, and cause of you, I'm standing here by myself. Start to pull my straw coloured hair out, I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel like we are breaking apart like an earthquake. You and I are like ice cream and tomato sauce now, We just don’t go together anymore. My father says, "You will get over her," and I say back to him:
"I don’t know if I can," and then I cry.
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