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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