People say you should take this trip but you'd throw it all away but I'm not too sure how i am suposed to feel or what I'm suposed to say but I'm not, not sure, not too sure how it feels to be on top to be supierior Make room for the blame cause i'm coming in with what i wanna say but its going to hurt and i hate the pain i'm not, not sure, not too sure how it feels to handle everyday like the one that just past in the crowds of all the people remember this day i have no respect for you but i miss you love and i miss you love I love the way you love me but i hate the way i'm suposed to love you back It's just a fad part of the teenage exbrigade I love the way you love but i hate the way i'm suposed to love you backBirth sign: Libra
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