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You would make me paintingsAnd I would write you songs,But everything has changedAnd everything is gone.Took your paintings off my wall because you wanted them backBut I still write songs because you're fucking with my best friend.I wish things were different, oh oh oh.You tried to give me that book made of mothsAnd I never told you, I never did,That I fucking hate moths (fucking with my best friend.)You would make me paintings and I would write you songsBut now you're with that asshole and I have to move on. From Letras Mania