so, she thinks she's going to break me
just because she slept in my bed

she has to do better
she's a bird of a feather
she enjoys me in bed

she's always knocking on my door
when i don't even ask

she's always waiting for me
and glad to see me

she always says she loves me
so who broke who

she's like the first day of spring after the coldest winter.
like finally taking in air after counting the seconds of how long you can stay underwater.
she's the girl who everyone whispers about, but the girl you'll never hear about.
she's the girl who sits alone,
though is never lonely.
the girl who's as open as the books she reads, yet still, i can't figure out.