When i grow up I want to be a mini skirt, wearing hard on the make up, and hard on alcohol and high heels and a dance floor.

I feel like running so far away, and screaming at the top of a mountain with my music blasting.....oh yes loved one. a dream. Paint that picture and hang it above my grave.

Bruces will heal
Scars will fade
But the brocken heart you left with me
Is still here to this day
And will never go away

Baby just tell me you dont love me, So I can axuley sleep at night, knowing your not doing the same.

Dont tell me you love me, Dont tell me you care, Cause no matter what, I know your never going to be there