Her best days will be some of my worst.
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first.
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping.
They say bad things happen for a reason.
They say bad things happen for a reason.
But no wise words gonna stop me bleeding.
Cause she moved on while I'm still grieving.
You took your suitcase, I took the blame.
You took your suitcase, I took the blame.
-The script-
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