On the
first page of our story
The future seemed
so bright
Then this thing
turned out
so evil
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave
Til the walls are goin' up
In smoke with
all our
memories
You hit me twice, yeah, but who's countin'?
I may have hit you three times,
I'm startin' to lose count
Hush baby, speak softly, tell me you'll be sorry
That
you pushed me into the coffee table last night
So I can push you off me !
Sorry, im just cold hearted bitch.