it's high school all over again.

yes it is.
when i can't help myself but staring.
when i feel uncomfortable, struggling to fit in. or just stand out.
when i feel uncute, unsexy, and uncool.
when i try to look cool and confident when i'm not.
when i fall for the guy way out of my league. this time not the quarterback, but the equivalent in a twisted dimension.
when i'm too shy to try.

it's high school all over again, this time with myspace.



"I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.

That's what you get when you let your heart win.
That's what you get when you let your heart win.

I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win.

Pain make your way to me, to me.
And I'll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me.
(...)
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
(...)
Now I can't trust myself with anything but this,
And that's what you get when you let your heart win."