fuck everytime you said sorry with a gift
you always argue with me
i think since my fifth.
maybe since i can talk, i don't remember further
but what you are doing now,
do i call an inside-murder
you always think you are the best
what about us? act impressed.
hit me once, hit me twice
cold as ice
my head hurts, my heart is broken
hiding the real me,
the girl in front of the mirror has spoken