pocket full of sunshine

I won’t care for you,
like I’m really supposed to.
There are things I’ll do
that could really hurt you.
Don’t you just love goodbyes?
Don’t you just love goodbyes?
 Don’t you just love goodbyes?
Don’t you just love goodbyes?  
 Don’t you just love goodbyes?

One. Five. Six.

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