The Skulls.
I hate your secret life. Your friends I'm not allowed to know. Everything that happened that you wont inform me about. I hate that I've stopped my life for you but you haven't stopped yours for mine. I hate that you can't come clean and tell me what's going on. I hate the way a smile came across your face when you heard from her, yet at the same time told me you loved me. I hate that I have no clue what to do and what's happening. I can't just go around living the life you want me to live while you're out there in your new society, living a different life than me. I feel like I've done everything and you've done nothing. You want her? Go for it, I don't care, but please tell me soon before I waste more time. She's more your style. She's more your pazazz. You'd have more fun. You'd be happier. What do you want, tell me all your feelings now, the truth, or I'm gone.