viernes, 16 de enero de 2009


You change your mind,like a girl changes clothes.Yeah you, PMS,like a bitch,I would know and you over think.Always speak crypticly I should know that you're no good for me.Cause you're hot then you're cold.You're yes then you're no.You're in then you're out.You're up then you're down.You're wrong when it's right.It's black and it's white.We fight, we break up.We kiss, we make up. You don't really want to stay, no,but you don't really want to go-o.We used to be,just like twins.So in sync the same energy.Now's a dead battery used to laugh bout nothing.Now your plain boring I should know that you're not gonna change.Someone call the doctor,got a case of a love bi-polar.Stuck on a roller coaster.Can't get off this ride.You change your mind,like a girl changes clothes...

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