It's not about him
It's not about me...

I feel so drained,
Being driven insane...

I look across the street at him
The only boy for me...

You think that you're so awsome
Get a grip and get a life...

There is an angel
With broken wings...

I wish that I could go back in time
and look into your eyes...

It's no secret
I fell for you...

I'm addicted to the way you blink,
And the way you hold my hand...

I'm devistated about the war and the pain,
And how everyone always stays the same...

Cigarette burns
Between my figertips...

I squeeze the rose inside my palm
the one I've had for weeks...

As I grit my teeth
and try to hold my tongue...