She's a lovely girl, but, only when she gets her way.

She can be thaughtful, but, she's cruel sometimes.

I think I like her, but, she sends an inconsistant vibe.

Hold my hand out, and, she punches me good-bye.



She's got me tied up in her eyes.

Makes me compromise myself.

She feeds on disillusion.

I thaught she was disillusioned.



I kicked the grass up while I waited outside my front door.

She drove by twice before she stopped and let me in.

I want to tell her exactly how confused I am.

I try to stop, but, then I can't begin.