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Wake Up To Big Thunder Knocks On My Door But What I'm More Mad At Is That I Wake Up W.The Thought Of You On My Mind. I Forced Myself To Sleep Last Night W.A Clear Head But W.The iPod On Blast&Songs On Shuffle I Couldn't Help But Think How Ironic, The Time I Wanna LEAST Think&Reminisce About You, Songs Seem To Come In Order&Every One Plays One Of Our Many Stories. How Is That? I Hate The Fact That No Matter What I'm Doing Or Where I'm At&How Much I Could Careless About You, I STILL Know Exactly Where You Are&What Your Doing. Its Disgusting How Much We're Known. When They Talk About Me They Refer To You&When They Talk About You They Refer To Me. Seems Like I'm About You&Your About Me. I Hate Myself For Making You Part Of My Life For Making You Something In My Life. I Wish I Never Opened My Doors To You Is This Wrong Of Me? You Make Me Find Myself Back To Where I Started I Wanna Float On A Cloud, Swim W.The Pigeons, Fly W.The Fishes. Now Pass&Let Me Be Don't Tell Me Its Wrong. I Have The Right To Be Hurt I Have The Right To Mad.