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Thought I'd write to you and let you know that I'm still dramatic and sixteenI thought I'd call you and tell you that I'm still miserable without youI thought I could find you in the bottom of a plastic cupBut like we both knew, nothing ever helps the swelling inside our chestsThere's nothing leftSo we'll visit our love like a long lost monument, forever forgottenPart of me won't finish this storyI'm holding on but you won't hold on for meForever alonePoor me, poor mePart of me won't finish this storyI'm holding on but you won't hold on for mePoor me, poor meNow my letters have all been returnedAnd I sit around this fire and let them burnLet them burnNow my letters have all been returnedAnd I sit around this fire and let them burnLet them burnI can't sing this song any longerAnd I'm done with all this childish nonsenseI can't sing this song any longerI'm done with all this childish nonsense Aus Songtexte Mania