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Funny how I met this girl, she was across the stage Where winning and losing felt the same way Days turned into nights and nights turned into days Dancing with the right steps in propane Fuel for combustion was her bitter ways A life of disappointing choices that she had made Whoa! Time and time again, her letters in my hand She chose her words with care I read them as I should She wrote about stories of her everyday I thought they were about me, but they never were Believe me when I tell you that they all made sense But in the end I figured they were nothing but pages Filled with nothing but despair Filled with judgement Yeah! No glare Heartless rhymes on what we said She would go on