·: Her stories are boring and stuff :·

A turning tide
lovers at a great divide
Why do you laugh
when I know that you hurt inside?

An why do you say
"It's just another day
nothing in my way
I don't want to go
I don't want to stay
so, there's nothing left to say?"

And why do you lie
when you want to die
when you are hurt inside?
Don't know what you lie for anyway
now there's nothing left to say

A tell-tale sign
You don't know where to draw the line

Well, for a lonely soul you're having such a nice time
for a lonely soul you're having such a nice time
for a lonely soul it seems to me that you're having such a nice time
You're having such a nice time