Sad to say I got myself attached again
It's like I want to feel so bad even though it ends in pain
I knew what I was walking into and yet it caught me off guard
If I were old enough it'd be the liquor I'll pour

You walk away, do your crusade, then you worry in the end
But you don't care, you just do it to seem like you're in the right
Knowing **** well, you could've lost a friend
but even if I were gone you wouldn't notice me out of sight

I thought it'd be a fairytale with magic
but if I were more attractive this wouldn't have been tragic
Now I have to fake it till I make it
who knows how long I'll be able to take it