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I love you, but you didn’t love me. Why does it got to be this way? I remember back in school sitting in the bleachers where we kiss I remember before the kids we was always OK doing things when we were young with no mind wondering on the on, but we grew up and I was like we don’t know each other at all. Why I gotta be this way I wish we can go back to the old way, but I guess that was the old days not time to change the page. I wish we can go back to always.