Immature,
Heartless.
Even so...
You can still be beautiful.
No destiny for the unworthy.
Cnd I know for sure that it's never enough,
But if we sit down, and talk it out, then it could change.
It's all money, love, and words.
I'm sick of trying to express myself...
Déjà vu, why is it that you're so unfulfilled?
When you're only ever looking out for yourself,
Is there anything else that you could ever want?
For some messed up reason that's the thing about you I don't mind.
For real (God, I'm so sick of you repeating that line)
The thing I hate the most is when you're so vague!
Enough! Even when you finally agree,
Even if you say that you love me.
Playing with my heart, when you're playing games,
Recklessly, you never meant a thing.
These heavy words you're saying,
They're fading,
How many more times -
You gonna go and wear them out?
Even so, I've been hoping for a little more,
Through all the times you tell me that it's all "fine"
Don't hold down the words that
You know deep down are true, it's okay.
But try to take a hint and think it through.
Don't let it rain...