Curled and Crying, Lain and Laughing
I never knew that everything could go perfectly right and perfectly wrong
at the same time.
I never knew that I could find "The One" at 13,
but there's a catch.
Its like a genie giving you three wishes,
but you have to kill 3 people in return.
Its like being told you can have music or oxygen.
Its like-Its like-Its like...
And you found me curled and crying,
laughing at the same time.
At the same time, I'm losing my mind.
Losing my mind, thinking of him.
My addiction.
Wrong words seem to rhyme,
at the same time,
losing my mind.
God, rollercoaster.
I love this ride.
I hate this ride.
I love this ride.
Curve, hold tight to something.
Hill, hold on to your pants.
Drop, valley, rise.
And I love this ride.
I love this ride.
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