One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight...

So we\'ve been going out for a week and a half
And you call yourself the boss...

I have you on my body
I have you in my heart...

I want a shoulder
To cry on...

Apparently I'm not over him
As much as I thought...

He visited me in my dreams last Night and told me...
But the true test if not one he can give...

Liar
Deceiver...

I make you laugh
So I can forget I cry...

I'm not calling
Don't you understand...

I hate you
You scum...

I love you so much
But somethings in the way...

You've read my words
You've heard my voice...