I'm giving you bad, bad news
I think I might've fallen out of love with you
Years of fighting and hiding feelings
All those nights staring at the ceiling
I keep on thinking that I might be better alone
(I might be better alone)
Sometimes when I get back from work I wish no one was home
(I wish no one was home)
I start reminiscing
'Bout good times we had
Like I'm always missing
What we can't get back
I'm giving you bad, bad news
I think I might've fallen out of love with you
Years of fighting and hiding feelings
All those nights staring at the ceiling
I'm giving you bad, bad news
Now I think I know what I already knew
The truth is out so there's no pretending
I guess there's no such thing as a happy ending
This is the last song I'll ever write for you
No more telling me I'm not right for you
Save your breath there's nothing left to do
This is the last song I'll ever write for you
I'm giving you bad, bad news
I think I might've fallen out of love with you
Years of fighting and hiding feelings
All those nights staring at the ceiling
I'm giving you bad, bad news
Now I think I know what I already knew
The truth is out so there's no pretending
I guess there's no such thing as a happy ending
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