Why do boys always lead you on but never actualy tell you where to go?

I love you is an eight letter word... so is bullsh*t.

How could your love possibly be so deceiving?

Love is like a rose, it may be beautiful but it has thorns.

If I wasn't made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?

Buy me a drink, sing me a song... take me as i am 'cause i can't stay long.

Why do you hurt me? Is it because you know you can?

The ones who love us the least are the ones we'd die to please.

Even if we hadn't met I would still miss you.

You don't care.
You just want it cause it's over.