sweatshirt

Why, why do I have to do this again

Thought you were different, but its the same old story written out in pen

Can't erase it can't take it back,

Now I'm left with the hurt and it makes me mad

The truth about the rumors didn't take me long to find

Lying to my face about the other girl, how kind.

Hard for me to find something good to say about you

Oohhh

I burned the shirt you gave me from when I came over

Smashed that ring with a hammer to pieces oh oh oh

Doesn't it hurt, you little flirt