well, baby. i am so tired.
you are tiring me, and you are tired of me. you said that you can understand me, but i think you can't.
you couldn't handle my wildness.
this is how i feel, i can't believe this is happening to me.
i used to like you like crazy, but now i think i just have to leave.
i am so shocked, and my heart has let me to like someone else.
i guess this is goodbye then.
i can't, i won't, and i am not gonna give a damn about you anymore.
this is ironic and exaggerating, i know.
but i am always exaggerating. you can't handle me.
for me you are superb cool and expressive, airhead, and sloppy.
i liked that. but, i guess you are so much better without me.
i am not sad, i am just trying to be sad, but i just can't.
i loved your things, i enjoyed talking to you and talking about you.
but lately, you've blamed me for things that i never did.
you think i am this and that. i don't like that.
this is my life not yours. what you're gonna do?
i'm gonna miss you, the talking, the lies, the look, and the songs, actresses, singers, and stuff.
but, you can't be the one that is on my side, cause you just can't.
