everytime i see him smile that smile i think that maybe he has saved that one for me, then i realize that i'm going crazy or maybe t's just my imagination working over time on a boy that's gonna break my heart.

it's just for show, isn't it?

i almost feel sorry for what i'm gonna do.

sometimes i feel that love is a fake, it's a fucking lie.

i could never fight with you cause you were never wrong.

i wish i'd known you could be such a heartless bitch.

and even if his plane crashes tonite he'll find some way to disappoint me by not burning in the wreckage or drowning at the bottom of the sea.

have another drink and drive yourself home, i hope there's ice on all the roads so you can think of me when you forger your seatbelt and again when your head goes through the windsheild.

and we learn as we age, we were nothing.

if you let me have my way, i swear, i'll tear you apart.

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