i might look through your stuff, for what i don't wanna find.
or i might just set you up, to see if you're all mine.
i'm alittle paranoid, from what i've gone through.
don't know what you got yourself into.
i think it's pathetic when people can't spell the easiest words.
i hate when people complain about their lives.
If you're so unhappy, do something about it.
"Life is what you make it."
i hate when people ask me the same question over and over again.