yummychuckle I wish he didn't straighten his hair
so it flops over his eyes,
cuz I could never tell if he was looking
at me
or looking through me,
and now its even more difficult
to read his thoughts.
I can't tell if his heart
is beating for anyone at all
and if he's dead,
why must he keep on faking life?
I'm just a joke to you,
aren't I?
I can never tell.
thieums I hate you
You hate me
We stare at each other

I can't kill you
You can't kill me
We hiss at each other

Gotta understand you
Gotta understand me
We soon will be lovers
what's it to you?
who go