i already know the ending to this one
your predictable
your likes, the city tempos with big egos
the heart breakers, the runners
the ones that leave just to protect their haze
your games of black and white days
the arrogance in the way you hold yourself
the hostility in your beauty
baby dont lie to me i know what you did at dawn
i see it in your touches and clutches
but they see it in your lips that are roses
blinded by your beauty, they fail to see how your charms are really harmed
and so your going to want me when im gone
take me for granted
leave me stranded
In the end, we will blame it on teenage love.