831 is all that I've done.
Yet it's stuffed up my life,
And it's making me cry.
Thinking of you while biting my lip.
Mending that wound, my heart with the split.
The nights I stayed awake sweating in my bed.
All the little fantasies running through my head.
Intense sexual feelings I have for you.
Thinking of all the things we could ever do.
You're always in my mind and I'll never know why.
That's why the hardest thing for me to do
Is to say Goodbye...
