Now I can fend for myself.

Shut up and let me go; this hurts, I tell you so. For the last time you will kiss my lips; now, shut up and let me go. Your jeans were once so clean; I bet you changed your wardrobe since we met. Now, oh, so easily you're over me; gone is love. It's you that ought to be holding me, I'm not containable. This turns up, it's not sustainable. I ain't freakin', I ain't fakin' this. I ain't freakin’, I ain't fakin' this. I ain't freakin', I ain't fakin' this. Shut up and let me go, hey! Shut up and let me go; this hurts, but I can't show. For the last time you had me in bits; now, shut up and let me go!
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Pepsi music, allá vamos (:
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But yes, you can call me anything you want.

Four letter word just to get me along, it's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tongue and I, I keep stalling, not keeping it together; people around gotta find something to say now. Holding back, everyday the same; don't wanna be a loner, listen to me, oh, no. I never say anything at all, but with nothing to consider they forget my name. They call me hell, they call me Stacy, they call me her, they call me Jane; that's not my name, that's not my name, that's not my name, that's not my name. They call me quiet girl, but I'm a riot; Mary, Jo, Lisa, always the same; that's not my name, that's not my name, that's not my name, that's not my name.

Y vamos que el 17/8 los bepis (? se van a bariloooooooo :D