Get out Getoutgetoutgetout You're running through my head A little birdie told me You liked me And I once did Maybe I still do getoutgetoutgetout Part of me wants to believe it Another wants to spare myself From all the pain So either stay there Give me love Or get out
I liked this guy and I legit don't know if I still do, but one of your friends said you said you liked me and I don't know if he's teasing me or not or whatever I really want it to be true, but I don't want to. I don't want to keep going through the pain of removing you from my head every single week. It's tiring. So either make it clear that you like me, or don't play with my feelings. I'd rather the former of course.