Sophomore year was a lonely, lonely time I had only my hand to talk to Junior year was slightly less lonely 'Cuz I had only you to talk to Sophomore year I would cry myself to sleep My only comfort was tears on my pillow Junior year I would cry myself to sleep But this time I was laughing off my head All those nights staying up 'till 3a.m. I wouldn't trade it for the world I don't care if I have to wake up In the morning 5 hours later If you love someone, let them go But if you really, really love them Let them come back