You make me feel a fruster brewing in my stomach.
Power, not even scratching the surface.
You make me sick.
Not even worth a phone call.
What's wrong with that?
I'm a contradiction.
Here it is.
Here I sit.
Pasting my soul on a virtual piece of paper.
What did I do wrong?
How could you do this to me again?
Break my heart once, shame on you.
But break it twice? ... Shame on me.
Glad you learned how to text.
:) I hope you have fun in vegas.