You tell me you love me, you tell me you hate me,
While touching my short brown hair.
But feelings are rudiments of humanity's story.
And see, I don't even care.
Your heart is so full and mine is so empty,
I wish I felt sorry for you.
But here I'm standing with a soul made of plastic
And I can smell how yours' getting blue.
Love is a fairy, but till you believe it
I guess you can make it work.
But here is a thingy that you should remember:
A girl also may be a jerk.