What are you thinking?
‘think you can mess with me,
without leaving me any choice?
Well, that’s too bad,
‘cause if this goes on,
some day I’ll be gone.
I miss your smile,
the fun that we used to have.
I miss our times,
and the lovely faces I used to know.
Sometimes we argue and I can get very mad,
but when you’re crying, even when you’re faking,
I just feel like dying,
‘cause it’s never ever my intention to hurt you.
Sometimes you hit me,
‘cause I’m better with words than you.
Probably, it’s always my fault.
My own f*cking problem.
I guess I just have to deal with it.
I know you’ll never read this, ‘cause I don’t want you to,
but there’s one thing you need to know,
If you hit me again,
I’ll never be the same anymore.
I know you want me to be your perfect girl,
but I can’t be what you want me to be.
So, get used to it!