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I’m so sorry you’re not my baby.

So sorry we passed through the time.

Now I feel like bleachers

Are playing to make me happy,

Cause I’m leaving it all behind.

You are still my favorite boy

I know you’re not a toy,

Instead of anybody else

I will choose you by myself.

There won’t be any tears,

Now we can be friends.

I’m standing under the rain,

It washes away all the pain.

Talk to me, boy,

While I’m counting seconds

Like a coins.

Let’s make this day the greatest,

Let’s become best friends.