I told you I'm not bulletproof, now you know!

I'm sick and tired of your attitude, I'm feeling like I don't know you. You tell me that you love me then you cut me down. And here's to you and your temper. Yes, I remember what you said last night, and I know that you see what you're doing to me. Tell me, why? You could write a book on how to ruin someone's perfect day. Well, I get so confused and frustrated. Forget what I'm trying to say, oh I'm sick and tired of your reasons I got no one to believe in. You tell me that you want me, then push me around. And I need you like a heartbeat but you know you got a mean streak, makes me run for cover when you're around. Why do you have to make me feel small so you can feel whole inside? Why do you have to put down my dreams. So you're the only thing on my mind? I take a step back, let you go. I told you I'm not bulletproof! Now you know..



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Frida

23.mar.2010 kl.23:25

uffa.. Kjenner meg igjen i den teksten!

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