I'm sick of our fighting,
But I don't want to leave.
I love our friendship,
And the stories we weave.

I'm tired of the lies,
I just want the truth.
I want all the memories,
From inside the photo booth.

You love me,
Or so you say.
I love you,
Each and every day.

I love you

I love you

I love you

And I swear it's true


Sing our song,
And I'll come running
But your just too sly,
And evilly cunning.


So you don't move,
In the way I'm headed.
But all your lies,
Are in my head in-bedded.

You take all the right turns,
Yet you're all out of wack.
Because you take two steps forward,
And ten steps back.