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Forever lyrics
Rocked silent in a soft lullaby
Panic stirred me awakened by a ringing phone in time
Where and when would I see her?
Crazy were the words that scribbled out your mouth
I stuttered replacing your face to those words
Where and when would I kill her?
I'll wish on this, I'll wish with this
I, I wish
To the bitter end of my day
Well, where were you?
So you had your turn
And you made it work
Now I'm the laughing stock of your joke
Crazy as it may seem
I cried for you when you
Told me to date all of the things
That made you end up in my life
And I'll believe anything
I have no luck with girls
I overheard that you were unhappy too
Misleading trust into a relationship that makes no sense
Over and out, Connecticut
But you had your back turned as you faded away
At the end of my day I found out
You weren't worth what I thought of you
Write this down in the diary you abuse
Can we make plans can I just get throught to you
Is this weird . . . do I scare her?
I'll wish on this, I'll wish with this
I, I wish
That you could share the love you'd shared with others
With me
So you had your turn
And you made it work
Now I'm the laughing stock of your joke
Crazy as it may seem
I cried for you when you
Told me to date all of the things
That made you end up in my life
And I'll believe anything
I have no luck with girls
I overheard that you were unhappy too
Misleading trust into a relationship that makes no sense
Over and out, Connecticut
But you had your back turned as you faded away
At the end of my day I found out
You weren't worth what I thought of you
But this isn't love
So forever let it go
Forever let it burn
This isn't love
There on the backend of forever
I wish I would never hurt again
(I wish I would never hurt again)
I wish I would never hurt again
(I wish I would never hurt again)
I wish I would never hurt again
(I wish I would never hurt again)
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