Dear Taylor Swift,
The boy you stole the life of to produce all of your sappy songs wants his life back. He feels it's a big fat lie that you write songs about being the girl on the bleacher not getting any attention in high school.
www.youtube.com/watch. Aside from the fact I feel like it's on the radio every time I hear a snippet, I'm having excruciating déjà vu. Was this not the exact subject matter for the song "Teardrops On My Guitar?" If I hear one more song about the boy who just didn't know I was the perfect girl for him, I'm going to dig in my closet and find an old Spice Girls cd- music where at least the singer can have some confidence.
Taylor, I'll be waiting to hear a single that is a tad more unique than for your hit formula.
-- Clearly I have way too much time on my hands. I need to read some cerebral books to occupy me...