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Wait! Stop! I'm not ready, she left me dead in the vanMy stomach feels like it's burning, I tried to write but I can'tSo now I lay here with the yearning to know anyone but any of youWhoah, if you only knewThe amount of thought that I put into youAnd I can't stop thinking about the way this one called my nameBefore we pulled out of the drivewayJust to tell me to check my messagesDon't need to tell me about my messagesThere's a few, there's a fewThat I've been putting lots of myself intoFuck it! Hang up!It's not easy like it was in the fifth grade. Aus Songtexte Mania