I don't miss you.
Yes, I thought I loved you.
Yes, I still sing Dear John at the top of my lungs with your name instead and curse your existence.
Yes, you have a way with words and I tend to swoon.
No, we'll never be.
No, you'll never care.
No, No, NO.
I have a prince. Did you know that?
I don't know who he is yet, but he's FANTASTIC!
You're just a bum, and a liar, and a jerk, and a fake, and a.... JERK.
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