You may know me to be a sensitive guy, you may know me to be an annoying fellow but..let's just say I'm more than meets the eye.......
People have their own freedom to think whatever they want about me; They can say I'm a jerk, they can say I'm a fool, they can call me a bastard or even a turd. But I got so used to it that I don't mind what rubbish come out from their bloody mouth. Plenty of people are pro in being a reporter, spreading bad things about others and I guess you must have a certain fame till others' jealousy reach the red zone, till they need to do something to relief themselves. I understand they're pretty pityful..I know.....
I don't mind what other say about me, but I did mind what you said about me...
One question, notice I use "did"? I don't know what's playing through your worry head right now, you may mean it when you tell others that I'm not your type, bla bla bla. I guess you already know that feeling is something that noone can explain. Don't agree? Uh huh, no need to say it, ssh...
You may say I sound like a jerk, say whatever you like cause you know what, I don't care a shit. I know you'll be boilled when you see what I say but I care too much about others sometimes, till I lost my life. I have enough, girl...read my lips, ENOUGH!
I'll still store you inside the dusty hard-disc of mine whether you like it or not. So, you can try to do something to piss me off, twist my mind or whatever. But let me tell you, since you're trying that badly to shut your door, why don't you just use those time to ask yourself whether things are really as what you tell others? Are you really letting things go?
Pump your face up as hard as you want, boil your blood up as hot as you want. I care about you too much...and now, no more.
I'm going to turn the table and damn, that's right.
Go on and tell the whole world that I'm not your type, but hear me...I'm pretty good in making girls fall for me and you're a girl, what makes you think that you can escape?
I choose the path I want and whatever you want to do or say, none of it matters. Sorry, it doesn't matter to me anymore.
People have their own freedom to think whatever they want about me; They can say I'm a jerk, they can say I'm a fool, they can call me a bastard or even a turd. But I got so used to it that I don't mind what rubbish come out from their bloody mouth. Plenty of people are pro in being a reporter, spreading bad things about others and I guess you must have a certain fame till others' jealousy reach the red zone, till they need to do something to relief themselves. I understand they're pretty pityful..I know.....
I don't mind what other say about me, but I did mind what you said about me...
One question, notice I use "did"? I don't know what's playing through your worry head right now, you may mean it when you tell others that I'm not your type, bla bla bla. I guess you already know that feeling is something that noone can explain. Don't agree? Uh huh, no need to say it, ssh...
You may say I sound like a jerk, say whatever you like cause you know what, I don't care a shit. I know you'll be boilled when you see what I say but I care too much about others sometimes, till I lost my life. I have enough, girl...read my lips, ENOUGH!
I'll still store you inside the dusty hard-disc of mine whether you like it or not. So, you can try to do something to piss me off, twist my mind or whatever. But let me tell you, since you're trying that badly to shut your door, why don't you just use those time to ask yourself whether things are really as what you tell others? Are you really letting things go?
Pump your face up as hard as you want, boil your blood up as hot as you want. I care about you too much...and now, no more.
I'm going to turn the table and damn, that's right.
Go on and tell the whole world that I'm not your type, but hear me...I'm pretty good in making girls fall for me and you're a girl, what makes you think that you can escape?
I choose the path I want and whatever you want to do or say, none of it matters. Sorry, it doesn't matter to me anymore.
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