Got a lotta heart ache. he's a fuckin' weasel. his issues make my mind ache. wanna make a deal. cause i love your little motions. you do with your pigtails.
I hear the phone it rings so violently. Can't leave my room, can't breathe since she left me. I will admit i hate those things i said. . Girls will always cry, guys will never admit they did.
Who makes up all the rules about those girls I want?. Who tells them all to laugh?. Who tells them all to talk about me?. And I'm not sure what my purpose is for being here.