Hes rude because he loves me
At least thats what he says
I make him mad because he cant forget me
I'm in his thoughts that are in his head
I'm a memory that wont fade
He thinks about the past and it makes him smile
At least for a little while
When hes with his friends he puts on a hard shell
But on the inside hes living in hell
Its all his fault, but I'm the one he hates
Not a day goes by when he thinks about me and Waite's
Waite's to feel better and to forget
But all in all he still loves me
So he cant stop thinking about me yet.
