I think i found a flower in a field of weeds; |
A guy and a girl can just be friends but eventually, |
M i s t a k e s |
Words are bullets, |
Just when i start to think, |
People say that before you die |
This is me; |
I drop my pencil on the floor and pick it up, slowly scooting my chair towards him in the process. i don't know why i torture myself. |
After the pain is gone; the real hurt comes. |
Trying to catch my breath, catch my breath, catch my death. |