I regret having to admit who I am. Not that I’m not pleased with myself, just because you might not be.
I judge books by the cover, tore the tag off my mattress And when I paint, I don't mix the right the colors
I love you five hundred million eighteen thousand point three times in a row and if that don’t make sense then, I’ll have to find some way to let you know I need you, I can't live without you If only you could know
I love you five hundred million eighteen thousand point three times in a row
