You can't crawl back to me anymore... Any fellings I had is gone except hatred...

There's nothin' good about goodbye. I could swear I saw you cry. Always knew you'd wind up falling, falling harder... Every story has two sides. In the he-said, she-said fight, But you'll always wind up falling, falling harder Nothin' good about goodbye, don't just say goodbye...

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