But do you feel the way that i do? Do you mean it when you say i love you? Cuz X's and O's on a paper could be fake , and baby i hope i didn't make a mistake.
they rustle their books and school bags a desperate plea to teachers to let them be free free from this prison where mistakes and judgement shackle you
Turn over a new leaf they say, I laugh because they act as if change is easy, as if leaving you is simple because you hurt me they call me a fool for staying but they do not understand I cannot let go