boy what do you want.
first you wanna kiss me, and we do.
you wanne see me, get together and we do.
than you start pushing me away, and it works.
than you wanna see me again.
and than you talk to my best friend and I'm not you're type anmore.
god.. what do you want?
you give me the feeling that I'm never gonna be good enough.
and actually, I don't know if I must care,
because you are not that qute and not that sweet.
I don't cry about it, cause you aren't worth it.
but I don't laugh about it either cause the feeling that I'm never gonna be good enough.
and that makes me sad and quiet.
but maby I should laugh because there is no space for tears,
and no space for you in my hart
p.s met get together bedoel ik afspreken