What is Love really about?
Everyday I suffer over nothing.
Why can't I shake this feeling off?
Why do people think I'm awesome?
Everyday, I walk outside, 5am and
sit on top of my roof and watch the sunrise.
The things on my mind run through my mind,
like, Race cars going 200MPH on the race tracks.
My chest hurts everyday.
I just wish I can fine the right girl for me.
