There's this guy I know whose not doing so well
I wish you could call him to tell him you love him
I think that would help him
He's been down for days
I don't know what to do
It's all so depressing
His room smells like crying
He loves you more then breathing
He loves you more then then being happy
I know... he loves you like its tearing him appart
Theres this guy outside your window with a broke guitar and a broken heart
i dont think you hear him though
i dont think you hear him
my best friend says believe...
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