I know where he lives, so I know where you are
When I can't reach you on your phone
It's been two weeks since we talked
And I call you every day, and you know it
But you don't pick up, you don't pick up
You're always running home from his house in tears
I see you crying on your doorstep
And I don't say a word until I know what's going on
Until I know what's going on
All the boys, they sing, "She's single again"
They don't know anything, anything
That's what my friends tell me
I'm sick of ever wanting you
This is just a reminder that I exist and I have feelings too
All the boys, they sing, "She's single again"
And these letters wont be read
These words I wrote contain a childish tone
From my lips they'd sound too right
So I'll put this on paper and know it will never be seen
All the boys, they sing, "She's single again"
They don't know anything, anything
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