Ain't that special at all, by Jessicaa Subscribe to rss feed for Jessicaa

If you really like me, like you say
Then how come you never show it on the outside
If you really like me, like you say
Then how come I always caught you on a lie
If you really like me, like you say
Then how come you don't want me to meet your friends
If you really like me, like you say
Then how come, your words are feeling like the end
If you really like me, like you say
Then why are you so scared to give me your heart
If you really like me, like you say
Then why do I feel like we've grown apart
If you really like me, like you say
Then how come you don't talk to me any more
If you really like me, like you say
Then what are you making me crying for?
If you really like me, like you say
Then how come you don't call?
If you really like me, like you say,
O, fuck it, I guess I ain't that special at all!
Posted: 2006-01-17 20:55:20 UTC

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