I don't know who you are, where'd you come from?
why you getting so mad, where's the love gone?
why I feel like there's something that I've done wrong?
and why I feel like you're someone I should run from?
hey, it's endless.
listen to me, come on.
I don't want a punch on.
feel like I'm fighting myself with no gloves on.
why is it that the ones that are bad for me,
always seem to be the ones that are attracting me?
cause she love me, she love me
but why she always want to fucking erupt me?
it's never me though, trust me, it must be you
cause you always turn nothing to something
true, but you stay upset.
I can't count each and every day I've left.
I give it twenty-four hours 'til we break up next,
but I guess it's all worth it for the make-up sex.
I don't know what I want to change,
but I know I shouldn't stay the same.
I don't know what I want to do,
I don't know what I want from you.
now I'm on my way, looking for another one to get me through.
it's my bad if I met with you, and you left confused.
what the fuck am I meant to do?
what the fuck am I meant to do with you?
