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Text: The Unlovables. It Sucks.

You left a week ago, yesterday
I watched you drive off heading to L.A.
I fought back the tears; you know how I hate to cry
Didn't know how much it's be to kiss you goodbye
And in a way, I wish I was you
Heading cross country with a dream to pursue
I guess till now I never knew...
How much it sucks to be the one who's left behind
You're off in the great unknown
When I'm stuck here all alone
Yeah, it sucks to be the one who's left behind
How can I get you off of my mind?
I keep passing by the spot where we kissed the first time
I walk past the places we used to eat
I lay in bed alone in the bed where we used to sleep
And in a way, I wish I was you
Headin towards a place and a life that are new
Till now I never had a clue
Just how much it sucks...
I never wanted to be that girl
It's the last thing I wanted in the whole world
I never wanted to be that
Mopey, sappy, crying, sighing,
Weepy fucking girl who's left behind