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I'm getting tired of asking,
This is the final time,
So did I make you happy?
Because you cried an ocean,
But there's a thousand lines,
About the way you smile,
Written in my mind,
But every single word's a lie.
I never wanted everything to end this way,
But you can take the bluest sky and turn it gray.
I swore to you that I would do my best to change,
But you said it don't matter,
I'm looking at you from another point of view,
I don't know how the hell I fell in love with you,
I'd never wish for anyone to feel the way I do.
Is this a sign from heaven,
Showing me the light?
Was this supposed to happen?
I'm better off without you,
So you can leave tonight,
And don't y