You make me go to that school.
You say its good for me.
This is horrible.
I want to be back in the 8th grade.
Life was perfect then.
Actually it was horrible,
But better then now.
I used to have this girlfriend.
Lets call her G.
I loved G.
I ended up hating G.
Me and G. started talking again.
I want G. back.
We were great.
We could be greater.
But i guess i understand why you dont come back.
Life is complicated.
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