Its my friend on the phone
Mother can I go...
When Saying Thank You...
There just aren't enough words...
It's the sound of your voice
that brings me back...
If u look into her eyes, all u'll see is jealousy.
she copies my style & tries so hard to be me...
There is a reason why I hate you
so...
She holds out her hand
Waiting patiently for someone...
I wonder what you're doing?
Cause I don't know where you are...
It hurts when your there for every single one of...
no matter what...
I'm not a special person
And I'll probably won't be known...
Comes around every year,
Blistering heat...
Broken hearted
Inglorious pain...
I see you in the corner,
Your head is hanging low...