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Sticks and stones may break bones, but words shatter them into a million pieces.
Of course I should've known, Who would stay after Goodbye?
It doesn't really matter if your glass seems half full or half empty, because either way you're right.
And when our worlds changed I thought.. How can I go on without you? So I scratched the out, kept the with, and suddenly, It all made sense.