Screw the "Hold it in" shit. Screw the "Relax" shit.
Screw the "1....10" shit. There's no way I'm swallowing shit anymore.
For you:
C'mon. You really think so? From the times we had... haha... I would have concluded the same thing. But then again, all your friends told me otherwise.
The genius of it all, you see, is the word exactly, perfectly matches the condition we have here.
I suggest you drop it too. You've dropped once. Another time, you might just... Break.
For you:
There has always been two sides of you. I really don't want to, but I hate one of it.
But then again, I might just be the bigger bitch. Oh well.
For you:
I don't know why. But I can't stop thinking. Ever since I saw us, I can't stop wondering.
