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I wrote a letter today but couldn't sign my name.Because using my pen, means I take the the blameAnd that's not how I'm builtNo, I don't just quitAnd defeat is not just something I admitSo I sent the letter with no return addressIt read ?I have something important to confess?When I told that I love you over the phone yesterdayWhat I really meant is that I hope you go away.I think I made up a lot of what I saidBut I can't get it out of my head.I think I made up a lot of what I saidAnd I would rather end up dead.I think I made up a lot of what I saidBut I can't get it out of my head.I think I made up a lot of what I saidBut I can't get it out of my head.You see I loved you something like two years backBut now I'm over it, yet you still lackThe ability to let things go.Twenty-four months and nothing to show.I get something new and you ruin itI guess it's something like a jealous fit.SongtexteBut I've moved on, and you need to as well.No more love to give.No more stories to tell.I think I made up a lot of what I saidBut I can't get it out of my head.I think I made up a lot of what I saidAnd I would rather end up dead.I think I made up a lot of what I saidBut I can't get it out of my head.I think I made up a lot of what I saidBut I can't get it out of my head. Aus Songtexte Mania