At the end of my 11th grade year, my high school girlfriend broke up with me. She was was one year older, graduated, and wisely dumped me instead of having some long distance relationship while in college. Being an over-dramatic adolescence, I acted more devastated than I probably really was, and in my teenage tribulation I made AZ Yet’s Hard To Say I’m Sorry my anthem. I may have given soul-burning, lip-synced renditions of this Chicago cover in the privacy of my bedroom, but there’s no documented proof.