She’ll sing the song she wrote |
I’m starting to give up |
Cross my heart, hope to die, |
Boy: What’s wrong: |
I hate staying up every night crying my veins dry because im telling you how i feel about you and you just toss it aside...like im some dead rose... |
&& with my last breath... |
As [the] darkness settles in over my heart, |
Tears are like bleached blood: |
Once upon a time, |
You asked me to make you cry |