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I remember Stacey, asks why do you hate me,
because you had me pull the trigger on myself without using any safety,
i remember Chelsea, all she wanted to do was help me,
i'm not a charity case, it all ended with "why did you use me?"
i remember our corner, when you kissed a foreigner,
southerner gave it all up for the northerner, just to end up a mourner,
i remember new years, drank past all fears,
met you outside, hugged you and wiped away your tears,
i remember a certain mood, about feeling set instead of screwed,
what are my test results? this is what i conclude...

I remember nothing, not any wahs or huhs or any of the blushing,
did i really once think you were both incredible and stunning?