i guess when we're young we don't always think things through and i've been down enough times to know that it's not working out this better be the last time that i see you cause it's been like this for the last three years and the truth is that i'm over it i don't get you and you don't get me what i don't understand is what you're crying for i've made up my mind lets go our separate ways forget everything that you knew about me i don't care anymore and now that it's over i can't help but wonder, \"when will you grow up?\"