why do i always think the worst of people
that all they are going to do is hurt me
tear into to me as hard as i tear into myself and them
i have nightmares and restless sleep
and letters from my best friends when i wake up
my little life got a little more complicated yesterday
i'd say those words back to you
i always wanna kiss first
they always say ' i love you first '
it's not that i don't
it's just that
i love you
and i'm in love with you
see there's a difference
like being punk
and being punk rock
big difference
i wish i could learn to relate to everyone
is the nice, human way your are supposed to
but then again as we like to joke
i was raised by wolfs
every time i've lost hope in myself
and the world around me
someone makes me cry in the best way possable
and just for that short moment
my true colors shine
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