I look into your eyes, of the darkest brown I've ever known, a color I never would've been able
I hate you.
To pull off. And you know what I see? I see hatred of hope and hope of hatred.
I'm in love with your best friend.
It’s like won min. You’re ok and everything is fine
But the next min. You’re gone and telling me sum stupid line.
Saying you’ll be there for me no doubt, don’t have a worry.
But an hour passes then a day and you call me and hurry.