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Yesterday, I heard a song on the radio.
It went something like this:
I knew who you were from the start
I just hoped you'd prove me wrong
I could spend all year just letting down my guard
While you're stringing me along
Gave it our best shot but we just missed the mark
Sad to say, our love is gone
It sounded really familiar.
Said I wouldn't date for a while
Still I couldn't help but flirt
From the day I kissed your smile
I thought, "this is gonna hurt"
But I couldn’t remember where I’d heard it before.
So I slept on it.
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The next day:
Told me you'd never been in love
Thought that I could be the exception
It was too much to ask of you
I guess I learned my lesson
I'm bracin' for impact, leave my heart intact
I wish you never came around
New situation with low expectations
You still manage to let me down
That new couple on the block stepped out for a stroll.
The rumors told me it was an older man and his younger wife.
Nobody knew where they’d come from, or how long they were planning to stay.
They were obviously very much in love…
I could hear it in their voices every single time they slipped by my place.
This is gonna hurt, this is gonna hurt (Gonna hurt)
Give it all we can, it'll never work (Never work)
This is gonna hurt, this is gonna hurt (Gonna hurt)
Give it all we can, it'll never work (Never work)
Voices…
Yeah
This is gonna hurt, this is gonna hurt (Gonna hurt)
Give it all we can, it'll never work (Never work)
I spent forever trying to tape it.
For some reason, it wouldn’t play anymore.
But I got it from online, so it was fine.
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The third day.
His tone was very suspicious when he saw my floppy disk.
He shut the door (politely) in my face.
Beware of butterflies
So I called her up instead.
Butterflies, butterflies
She thought I was crazy.
But after it was done-
Butterflies will break your heart
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She straight-up cried.
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I didn’t hear anything for a week.
Until the radio-man announced a 911 emergency.
Pattering feet.
Crackling fire.
But if I, But if I
But if I knew from the start
She ran away into the ashes.
Why would I, why would I
Why would I give this a try?
…Was he dead?
Maybe I, maybe I
Maybe I like to hurt sometimes
Wherever she is now…
At least Gabbie Hanna remembered herself.