domingo, 29 de noviembre de 2009

Tell Me Why...


Why do you have to make me feel small, so you can feel whole inside?
You might think I'm bulletproof, but I'm not.
I'm sick and tired of your attitude, I'm feeling like don't know you;
makes me run for cover when you're around.
You could write a book of how to ruin someone's perfect day.
Wel I get so confused and frustrated;
here's to you and your temper,
Yes, I remember what you said last night.
And I know that you see what you're doing to me,
Tell me why
I told you; I'm not bulletproof, now you know.



All this is from Taylor Swift's song, Tell me why.

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