this doesn't makes sense because you don't know what im doing

[pooca]

i need your arms around me i need to feel your touch
This song will become the anthem of your underground
You can’t fool me
i used to know this girl
You're no different from the prints  that crease the wires or
Mosquitoes that now operate on your brain
When you decided to knock on my door. A change of speed, a change of style.