It's 3 o clock in the fricken morning && I can't sleep because you've stomped my heart out once again.
And I can't sleep because of everything you've done && everything you've said it just keeps replaying in my head.
The 'I love you's' won't stop and the memories won't quit- it's your face that I'd love to hit.
Once again I saw through the bad stuff && believed all your lies- it's your face that I'd love to despise.
I always said I'd never let you make me cry again but never say never because here I am...
