Just one last gift before we depart, a box of your torn letters, to symbolize
my broken heart.
Chorus:where did she go, the girl that use to be my friend, and when will i
know if our story has a happy end, i miss her so, why can't she miss me the
same, cuz when she goes then i'll just sit and i'll wait.
Just one last kiss, before we both change, and go our seperate ways, can't
we try to relive our yesterdays.
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