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I'm falling in 'like' with a boy...
It's so typical for her to cry in a public restroom stall.
She believes she can hide the tears she sheds when she falls.
She falls so deep in insanity cause he wouldn't give her a chance.
She claims she sees herself in him every second she takes a glance.
But he won't even look at her nor walk with her.
So there she goes when she gets too weak to move on.
She says "He's too perfect and too good to be true."
The sad part is, she's right.
It's so typical for her to write and write about her bad feelings.
The ones she gets when there's no signs of healing.
She's convinced that this time it was different.
And it was, but this time, she didn't predict it.
She sits and imagines her hostile thoughts coming true.
'Cause he didn't need her like she did him so she threatened to what she had to do.
She scared the ones that cared and didn't proceed but knew that if she carried through, she would have succeeded.
It's so typical for people to try and flatter her when she's down.
She wishes they would be true to her and let her go where she was bound.
They always told her they cared, but they also told her she was gorgeous.
Never will she be flattered by that, she's too colorless.
He drained the heart out of her--she's no longer yellow and red.
Without ever knowing it, he painted her grey from shoe to head.
It's upsetting from perspective 'cause no one can help when she's lying in her treehouse in the pouring rain so she could cry in camouflage.
And it's so typical for her to heal and do it all over again.
'Cause she's too ignorant to know where she's been.
It seems like she's on this same road.
I guess this is the direction her river flows.
She's still screaming inside of her selfishness.
She's just looking for love and flawlessness.
Heart to heart she hears the screams that are directed to her trembling knees, where she falls again.
It's so typical for her to cry in a public restroom stall.
She believes she can hide the tears she sheds when she falls.
She falls so deep in insanity cause he wouldn't give her a chance.
She claims she sees herself in him every second she takes a glance.
But he won't even look at her nor walk with her.
So there she goes when she gets too weak to move on.
She says "He's too perfect and too good to be true."
The sad part is, she's right.
It's so typical for her to write and write about her bad feelings.
The ones she gets when there's no signs of healing.
She's convinced that this time it was different.
And it was, but this time, she didn't predict it.
She sits and imagines her hostile thoughts coming true.
'Cause he didn't need her like she did him so she threatened to what she had to do.
She scared the ones that cared and didn't proceed but knew that if she carried through, she would have succeeded.
It's so typical for people to try and flatter her when she's down.
She wishes they would be true to her and let her go where she was bound.
They always told her they cared, but they also told her she was gorgeous.
Never will she be flattered by that, she's too colorless.
He drained the heart out of her--she's no longer yellow and red.
Without ever knowing it, he painted her grey from shoe to head.
It's upsetting from perspective 'cause no one can help when she's lying in her treehouse in the pouring rain so she could cry in camouflage.
And it's so typical for her to heal and do it all over again.
'Cause she's too ignorant to know where she's been.
It seems like she's on this same road.
I guess this is the direction her river flows.
She's still screaming inside of her selfishness.
She's just looking for love and flawlessness.
Heart to heart she hears the screams that are directed to her trembling knees, where she falls again.