Hey.

This one should've been in here.
but I just hate it there.

Hey,
I know I sound like a bitch at times,
Behave like a street bimbo,
Wrap ups unlike a-typical-girl-next-door,
and sometimes I cheers for lads,
But hey that's just me,
You said we're different in a way we never understand,
That it makes us two a real something,
and does that means anything suppose to be changed?
I thought you thought we're what we think we are,
but.?

Hey,
I'd spare my heart if I want to,
but I rather not, I just fear of being fragmented.
I've had been there once, and, it hurts.