I laid there feeling sorry for myself
In a bed of Kleenex
Stuffing chocolates in my mouth
On the phone with my best friend
Cussing my ex
He broke my heart
Felt like the world had ended
I cried myself to sleep
Thinking I cant get over him
Strange, talk about luck
I woke up and the sun was shining
Strange, I ought to be in bed
With my head in the pillow crying
Over us, but I hate, hate love
Strange
Got half a mind
To spend my whole pay check
On one of those dresses
The strapless black ones
That are so famous
For teaching lessons
Drop by his place
Pick up the rest of my things
Hell tell me I look good
Ill laugh and say, yeah incomprehensible
Strange, talk about luck
I woke up and the sun was shining
Strange, I ought to be in bed
With my head in the pillow crying
Over us, but I hate, hate love
Strange, strange
Strange, talk about luck
I woke up and the sun was shining
Strange, I ought to be in bed
With my head in the pillow crying
Over us, but I hate, hate love
Strange
Strange, talk about luck
I woke up and the sun was shining
Strange, strange
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