{ It turns out you're the same }

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"Should we continue later princess?" Brad smirked when I was sat in the passengers seat, totally out of breath.

"Or nah." I said and smirked.

"Wrong choice my dear." He said and kissed me one last time.

"Brad.. Let's go inside." I said. And Brad walked to my car door.

He picked me up bridal style and
carried me into his house.

"I'm tired and I want to shower." I said when he brought me to his room.

"I'm going first!!!" He said and threw me on his bed and ran in the bathroom.

"GODDAMNIT BRADLEY WILL SIMPSON YOU ASSHOLE!!" I yelled and laughed so hard that I almost peed my pants.

I heard the shower and was bored, so I took Brad's phone to put some music on.

I went to his library and scrolled.
Suddenly I saw a song without cover, so I clicked on it.

It was called: Rough Night. Well okay then.

I clicked on the song and it started playing. The singers were.. Brad and James? When did they wrote this?

The music played and I listened to the words.

I wake up,

Morning after the night before,

My dignity's crushed on your bedroom
floor,

It's been a rough night and I ain't got no sleep,

I pray to God that I ain't got myself in too deep,

And I never meant for this,

No, I never meant for this.

I feel like a winner,

I'm playing a losing game,

I thought you were different,

It turns out you're the same,

How could you do this to me?

How could you do this to me?

It's been a rough night,

I ain't got no sleep.

It's been tough,

But know that you feel the same way too,

You call this love but you'd say that we both had a few,

It's been a rough night and I ain't got no sleep,

I pray to God that it ain't just another memory,

And I never meant for this,

No, I never meant for this.

I feel like a winner,

I'm playing a losing game,

I thought you were different,

It turns out you're the same,

How could you do this to me?

How could you do this to me?

It's been a rough night,

And I ain't got no

Gone, gone, gone,

And I'm back here on my own, own, own,

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