Call me up after midnight. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me I'm right. What do you want. What do I get. Did you just need the argument. . Well, bad life. . Corporate city.
Love is dead. Love is dead, but I still can't get her out of my head, so she'll be gone from now on and I'll regret everything I've ever done. She wasn't coming close to what she was supposed to do. It really doesn't matter, still there's not a sadder lie than I love you..