Don't Forget To Write Lyrics

Spend all day sitting on the edge of my bed, starring
down upon my cluttered floor...making wishes inside my
head, ya know i'm better off dead. it's saturday morning
and i'm all alone, i guess that's nothing new. by sunday
afternoon i don't know what to do, i'm tired of being sad over you...over you. if i hear your name in one more
f*cking song, i might just have to leave it out of this
one, i could be wrong...you burned out that last ounce of
heart i had left, go figure i guess that's why they call
you...why they call you that.

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