Cute.Cute...... cute.Your cute. But how else is there to respond?I can't say:I don't like youYour not my type.So I said....Cute.That was a noI'm not going to prom with you.I'm not going to prom at all.But you're cute.It's true.But don't you see her?Her over there?The one holding back her tears?She loves you.For years.So go to her. Please.
Break UpPart One:I look down at my arm dripping bloodI know I know betterBut it hurtThe way you actedWhen I called youI could see the cuts that would be there soonBut you didn't you took it calmly Making it worseAs I walked my nails started to digBut I kept on walkingYou are telling me I'm lying But I'm telling you the truthWhy would I tell you she misunderstoodI could have just delt with it Dumped her the endInstead I called you to tell youTell you she thought I was dating herI told you I was dealing with it Telling the girl she misunderstoodYou started joking around making little jokesI said I would dump he
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