I wasted too many days
Thinking about you...

I die each time I see your face
I ry each time I'm alone...

The pain is hard
The pain is rough...

Don't f** *ing talk to me
Don't f* **ing start...

I love the thought
Of you and me...

There it is
That urge again...

Internal pain
Is expressed...

Parents are dictators
You don't have a say...

You asked me out
This will be great...

How boring life could be
With no one beside me...

What a sad song
How do they compare...

4 is a good number
I can't complain...