you wna tell me something, you finish it, all in whole.
you don't leave out something here and there, leaving me guessing.
if you didn't expect to tell me, or can't tell me, don't start in th first place.
when i'm in a bad mood after, don't be stupid and start asking why am i so moody.
it's so obvious, isn't it.
you make me go round and round for you.
and i'm really sick and tired of knowing what's going to come in th end.
so i guess this is it.
i don't wna be stupid anymore.
you're not worth it, but why can't i let go?
i have to, right now. it ends, here.
i don't know what to do anymore.