Apr 18, 2004 18:02
I just dont understand what people want. I wish everyone could just stop being selfish and come out and say what they really feel.
September never stays this cold
where I come from
And you know
I’m not one for complaining,
But I love the way you’d roll
excuses off the tip of your tongue
as I slowly fall apart
This won’t mean a thing come tomorrow
and that’s exactly how I’ll make it seem
Cause I'm still not sleeping,
thinking I’ve crawled home from worse than this
So please,
I’m running out of sympathy
and I never said I’d take this
I never said I'd take this lying down
"come on, come on, let’s just get this over with"
"come on, come on.."
happy birthday anyways
You always come close but this never comes easy,
I still know everything
I'm in your room
now is this turning you on
am I turning you on?
I'm in your room
are you turned on?
I'm on the corner of your bed,
I'm thinking maybe,
are you turned on?