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See, I do this strange thing called twisting your life into what I want it to be. I never mean to, but, boy, sometimes things are so easy they just have to be done. So I'll take you by your roots and see how long you can last in my soil. It's a but more bitter than you're used to, coarse and uncaring, but it's got that addicting quality to it. You know it isn't necessarily good for you...but it doesn't make you ever want to go home.
Welcome to my life, to my home, to my world. I'll have your stomach in knots and your heart around my little finger before I even realize you find me good looking. See, I've been hurt too many times to leave the innocent unscathed. That boy that did me wrong? Not that he matters now, but oh, you'll feel like he does.
Sweetheart, I tried to warn you. I'm not the sweet girl you crave. I'm not the innocent. I'm not even close to the nice girl you want to bring home to Mom. I'm the girl Mom has warned you about since conception. I'm the one that you'll wish never loved you, because the deeper I feel, the less you wish I did.
I torture myself to remind you how great I'm not. Sure, I can be pretty sometimes. I've got that swagger and those wide blue eyes and I dress well enough to convince everyone that I've got that figure. My hair is usually done well enough to prove cute. Get this straight - pretty girls are hiding something. The second those eyes lock on yours, you're finished.
Baby, you're not a lover. You're a trophy. I'm taking one back for all the girls that have been arm candy. I've got a collection of the best looking guys on the block. You can look all you want - I actually suggest you do. That way, you can remind yourself of what you'll never have.
For every boy that's ever made me cry myself to sleep, I scar someone else. For every morning I woke up alone, bruised and battered, buried deep in the sheets, I thank you.
Love is a drug. You never plan on getting addicted. Just a few tastes won't hurt. One taste is enough.Don't fall for me. I'll break your heart and I won't return the pieces.
Keep calling. I love being the reason you're losing sleep.
Nothing feels better than knowing you're still thinking of me. Maybe I'll think of you again someday.
Maybe I'll bother remembering who you are.
"Broken hearts aren't easily mended" unless you've got the right parts. Forget your drama. Forget me. Go find your easy fuck and get out of my day.
Welcome to my life, to my home, to my world. I'll have your stomach in knots and your heart around my little finger before I even realize you find me good looking. See, I've been hurt too many times to leave the innocent unscathed. That boy that did me wrong? Not that he matters now, but oh, you'll feel like he does.
Sweetheart, I tried to warn you. I'm not the sweet girl you crave. I'm not the innocent. I'm not even close to the nice girl you want to bring home to Mom. I'm the girl Mom has warned you about since conception. I'm the one that you'll wish never loved you, because the deeper I feel, the less you wish I did.
I torture myself to remind you how great I'm not. Sure, I can be pretty sometimes. I've got that swagger and those wide blue eyes and I dress well enough to convince everyone that I've got that figure. My hair is usually done well enough to prove cute. Get this straight - pretty girls are hiding something. The second those eyes lock on yours, you're finished.
Baby, you're not a lover. You're a trophy. I'm taking one back for all the girls that have been arm candy. I've got a collection of the best looking guys on the block. You can look all you want - I actually suggest you do. That way, you can remind yourself of what you'll never have.
For every boy that's ever made me cry myself to sleep, I scar someone else. For every morning I woke up alone, bruised and battered, buried deep in the sheets, I thank you.
Love is a drug. You never plan on getting addicted. Just a few tastes won't hurt. One taste is enough.Don't fall for me. I'll break your heart and I won't return the pieces.
Keep calling. I love being the reason you're losing sleep.
Nothing feels better than knowing you're still thinking of me. Maybe I'll think of you again someday.
Maybe I'll bother remembering who you are.
"Broken hearts aren't easily mended" unless you've got the right parts. Forget your drama. Forget me. Go find your easy fuck and get out of my day.