We spend our whole lives searching |
You can miss someonethat died, |
A little bit of makeup |
That was my last call to you. |
Im not perfect & i dont live to be |
& here she goes again-- |
Pathetic isn't something I would normally call myself, |
She's classy unlike all the other girls. She knows herself and she knows she's not perfect, |
Talk is like thunder; |
You have no right to say a single word about me, |