listen (now, "scrapbook")
(i turned this into an instrumental, cause a friend of mine said it came off "whiny" with the vocals - so, there's no vocals anymore, but i still like the piano part)
you won't see me again
i made the big decision and
you won't see me again
i wouldn't take you back now and
you won't see me again
scrapped my fucking scrapbook and
you won't see me again
i just wish that you'd care
but i know that you're full
i'm the one who's empty
cause you finished needing me
i'm the one who's empty
cause you found somebody new
cut me off completely
isn't novelty such
ecstasy for you
i just wish that you'd care
don't it make you strong
i know just how weak you are
so let it make you strong
milk it milk it milk it milk it
take your fucking vitamins
and get your fucking fill of him
and i will take my drugs
and sing my stupid fucking song
stupid goodbye
and you won't see me again
cause i'm never coming back now
and you won't see me again
i just wish that you'd care
i'm wearing clothes you bought for me
i can't purge all the memories
i'm poisoned with nostalgia
and i scrapped my fucking scrapbook
yeah i scrapped my fucking scrapbook
and i tossed that stupid song i wrote for you
and now i'm singing something new
another stupid song
stupid goodbye
remember when we
remember when we
remember when
oh, nevermind
stupid goodbye
the crystal ship
is being filled
a thousand girls
oh fuck that shit
hello?
yeah?
uh...huh?
really?
fucking score!
that's awesome
i never thought i'd actually do some real damage!
well thanks for letting me know i made a difference
i guess, whatever
i gotta go now
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