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Bowling For Soup

She's a lovely girl, but, only when she gets her way.
She can be thaughtful, but, she's cruel sometimes.
I think I like her, but, she sends an inconsistant vibe.
Hold my hand out, and, she punches me good-bye.

She's got me tied up in her eyes.
Makes me compromise myself.
She feeds on disillusion.
I thaught she was disillusioned.

I kicked the grass up while I waited outside my front door.
She drove by twice before she stopped and let me in.
I want to tell her exactly how confused I am.
I try to stop, but, then I can't begin.