Help me I'm tired, no 1 can tell you the fact that I'm lying. I've tried yo hide it I'm sorry I'm yelling
Process this deeply it feels so completely messed up, you are no longer my butter cup
We don't need to shy from the truth of the lies, open up don't be victimised
The honesty of promises will one day let you fly
Hold me so tightly let go of me loosely, why on that day did you even choose me, one chance to run and no way to loose me
We can't be greedy with the only thing that's making us ever so needy, feeling fresh as a daisy - then snap making us crazy