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This life is this and that life is this,

Why do you keep on asking questions and why don’t you reminisce?

If I am treating you wrong and you’re treating me right,

Why the hell do you still want us to fight?

Just pack up and leave this empty place,

Maybe you’ll find someone with a better face.



I love the way your hair flows

And I know things about you that on one else knows.

I’ll miss you, there’s no doubt

But it’s not like you’re my air that I cannot do without.

So maybe we were never meant to be,

It’s not like I’m blind and cannot see.

There are many fish in the ocean

So maybe you should put an end to this commotion.



If I really need you and you really need me

Then why the fuck do you still feel empty?

I’m just another being but your certainly not my creator.

At least I’ll walk you to the elevator.

Don’t worry, I’ll pretend that I’m broken hearted,

And that you weren’t being retarded.

I’m not into Brad Pitt or Collin Farell

And maybe one-man jokes are all I tell,

But Babe, you had it real good with me.

So maybe now it’s time to put an end to this memory?



You bought me Gucci, you bought me Prada

So why the fuck do I still feel like I have ‘nada’?

Let go and I don’t mean, ‘stay’.

Come on, come on – be on your way.



I loved the way your eyes shine

And once upon a time you were mine.

As soon as you leave, Justin can move in,

I’m sorry to say, I never lose – I always win!