It feels like last year the e-mails, the talking about Christmas. I'll never come back to you and I'm sick of you not knowing what I'm talking about. Its last year all over again. If you are my friend you wouldn't be my friend. I'm sick of you and your friends. I want to be free from the thoughts of you. I want to be loved by others not just by you. I want to sing our song and never think of you. I want to be free from the pain I have from you. I want to be free.
