Oh my Goddess...this song hurts so much, and rings a bell deep inside me, sending resonance after resonance of forgotten words, lost love, broken hearts, and images of what we used to be...what we could have be...I can't believe I was stupid enough to fall for your gentle kisses, comforting hugs, and whispered sweet nothings, for that is exactly what they were -- nothing. Taylor strikes something inside me that I thought was long buried, brining it to the surface again, and making me hear my long-silent pain...making me realize that, to you, I'm a Kleenex: you pick me up, use me, when you don't need me anymore, you throw me away, lumping me in with the trash, and I'm easily replaceable. After all those other girls...no, someone you have to work for, to FIGHT for is too much work for you, I guess... </3