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And every time it just begins to make sense

There's always a turn for the worse

More confusion, extra hurt

Comes free in some package I didn't even buy

Delivered only by you.



Just when I become happy

It always finds its way on my front porch

Some tears I don't feel like crying

And words I don't wanna say

Feelings get hurt

Mine are kept inside

It all comes free in some sort of package

I didn't even buy.



Now there's only one thing to do

And it's my time to say goodbye

I was learning to let go

But I give up, I'm finished, I tried

Thanks to this package I didn't even buy.



I dissected it to bitter's end

To find there's no escape

Or any way out, never mind easy

But at the end, it says the way out

Where the fine print sits

In some free package I didn't even order,

I didn't even buy.

Too bad I forgot to read that fine print.