& she's different from the rest of the girls; she's not fake. she could tell you good music. she likes to dance, sing, & act crazy with her friends. she will over analyze everything you can possibly say. she can argue, but she hates too. she hates drama & can live without it & the people who cause it. but one thing she will never understand is why he can't love her the way she loves him.
& you're right; i'm crazy. i'm hyper. & i can't make up my mind. i'm confusing. full of energy. & slightly annoying sometimes. i'm insecure. i cry alot, but i won't cry in front of you. i act like every thing's okay. & i do wanna fall in love with my best guy friend. & i've given way to many people second chances. i'm not fake. i hate make up. i think the stupidest things are funny. & i'm not flawless. but at least i'm me.
& tonight, i'll cry myself to sleep but you will never know. sad isn't it? that i have to act like i don't know. that i have to let you think i'm stupid. that i have to because i'm not talking to you. i'm glad you think it's fine that you can make me cry because in the end it just proves i'm stonger than the jerk you are.
he wants to know everything about me, but i'm scared to let him even know my favorite color. i can't let my guard down because i know he's just gonna play me like all the other guys have. but what if maybe, just maybe, he is the one. then i need to tell him everything there is to know about me, right? well, one thing i know for sure is he makes my whole day.