I brought these things that you left at my home
And I would have brought you a pathetic piece of paper
With an apology and the truth and a fine-tooth comb
To pick out just what my words might or might not mean

But I couldn't write, i didn't have a pen at hand
Not that it matters when you're shaking like that
So I wondered if you would listen to me and understand
My terribly awful wording and immature language

Here goes, here goes, here goes, here goes

"I'd be lying if i said that I ever liked you that much
In all honesty, i can't stand cold hands or indifference
And it didnt really feel like a dream whenever we touched
I thought it over, and you wouldn't be all that exciting
I'm not known for generosity, sharing would be just vile
And you're a pretty one, but you're not the right size for me
And if you think this is shallow, you'd need to think a while
remember who started this and who is the puddle in this story."

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"But it's not what you think or see or feel or hear
I didn't make a mistake in my life, i love take take take
And I just love the attention, and the boys' when they leer
But I don't love you. And I never did, so there, my boy"

I really didn't care. Honestly I didn't care one bit
Tears are for fools who take things too seriously.
I swear I had something in my eye, I didn't care a bit
I remember it was snowing, and I remember it was colder that day

So I turned and walked away
So I turned and walked away
So I turned and walked away
So I turned and walked away