Move in a little closer, |
It's strange to think the songs we used to sing |
Before you judge, Act. |
I'm so tired of pretending everything is ok, |
Nobody wants to be the last one there, |
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down, |
Behind every broken girl, |
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end |
Nevermind what haters say; ignore them til they fade away. |
Thing may not always go right, for you |