...and i dont have time to play.
theres blisters on my fingers and arms.
from where you used to burn me.
with your loving soppy touchs.
stop running through my head please.
its starting to drive me tired
and those things you used to do to me
are now as irritating as fleas
its not your fault that i hold on
but i have no one to blame
i have to find your every flaw
before i tear myself away
i remember your little finger wrapped around mine
dont think that i forgot
you told me that she did not exsist
but you lied, and now you'll rot
you know you picked the wrong damn girl
and i wish that it were me
but now i found my love again
so thought just go and be