"Same bed, but it feels just a little bit bigger now.Our song on the radio, but it don't sound the same.
When our friends talk about you all that it does is just tear me down;Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name.
Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made.And it haunts me every time I close my eyes.
Too young, too dumb to realize;Should have gave all my hours when I had the chance.
Although it hurts I'll be the first to say that I was wrong.Oh, I know I'm probably much too late,To try and apologize for my mistakes."
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