I need to stop caring about the things you do ,
it's not good for me .
Especially when you manage to tear me apart,
like paper from a tree ...

Do u care tht everytime i think of u, i feel as if i mite cry?
or the fact that whenever some1 asks if im good, i go ahead and lie?
it seems as if u've been in my head since the begining of time.
u have no idea how much i want u to be mine ...

Bby, ur my boy, im ur girl, so lets throw our hands up and rock this world. If ppl dont like it; well say fu.ck u. cuz they aint no how we do, but bby , all its ever bn bout is me n yu