I'm already picking up you speech patterns i already wanna go home iv got so used to running away that its hard to imagine sleeping in the same bed with the same boy everyday
and i spend so much time trying to please everyone i know that i let everyone down these broken promises, and self centered decisions its a problem unhealthy communication lacking relationships
but I'm already picking up your speech patterns and i already wanna go home but if i last until may I'm afraid of the ways in witch I'l change and the ways in witch i will stay the same
the hill my building sits on is so slippery and its hard to get a grip in this rigid January whether but if i dig my heels in i think I'l make it to the top or at least to the middle every now and then i think the middle is good enough for me for now i think the middle is good enough for me