Dear John
I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young
To be messed with
The girl in the dress
Cried the whole way home
I should've known.

My mother accused me of losing my mind
But I swore I was fine...
You'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand
And I'll look back in regret I ignored what they said 'Run as fast as you can'

It was wrong
Don't you think nineteen's too young
To be played
By your dark, twisted games
When I loved you so