Come feed the rain.. in my brain, let it rain.
Cynical, jaded, faithless, disappointed, disillusioned, used.
If I could take back all my sweat, my tears, my sex, my joy I would.
My time, my love, my effort, passion, dedication.
In case of mistaken identity I gave these things to you.
If I sound angry, bitter, sad, infatuated - it's the truth.
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, just a few
stages of acceptance that it's really over.
It's just so complicated and I'm stupid for believing in you!
Now tell me .. are my lips unkissable?