i know im selfish.
if you could understand.
but only you could stay,
and if it's only a lie
that you would tell
which i know..
just to make me happy;
deep inside my heart
im truely happy.
yell at me,
for my mistakes;
blame on me,
for my childish
snide about me,
for my stubborness.
whatever it is..
do i ever look like i care?
i am screaming, i love you so.
on my own.
but my thoughts you cant decode.
i think i know
there is something i see in you
it might kill me
i want it to be true.
- decode, paramore.
