Its your love it just do something to me sends a shock right through me I can't get enough if you wonder about the spell I'm under its your love.

Lovin you was like a dozen roses hatin you is like a dozen heartaches

Can I drive your stick or should I be the passenger?

I really do love you, but for me, love is not an option.

Some day when you look back on the past when you were with me, you'll regret everything what you did to me.

When I find someone else new you might want me back but sorry I won't crawl to you anymore. I'll have someone better.

It's hard to get over somebody than finding someone else new.

I may not be perfect just atleast except me of who I am.