My ex-best friend is a total pain in the butt. She broke the friendship the day she asked my why I wasn’t preppy like her (she’s such a vally girl) I told her all these reasons; it’s not me, I'd rather be myself, etc. Now she goes around telling everyone these rumors about me and stealing my stuff.

Why must love treat us this way.
Why can't it just let us run and play.
Why must it bring so many tears.
Why dose it make are emotions so sheer.

I dream of you walking through my door.
And telling me to cry no more.
Then taking me to your car.
And driving me away somewhere far.