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*you knock on my front door, and my mom answers. knowing you'd wanna see me, my mom lets you in without a word, and you come to my room, your about to knock when you hear me playing my guitar and singing, clearly about you* I can't be your friend, I can't be your lover, I can't let you watch me fall for another, I know that this hurts, but pain can make beauty, so please don't be sad, and please don't be moody, I'm tryin'a be nice, so I put it in a song hoping that you'd realize, its me...