It's four o'clock in the evening
I'm crying in the living room
Thinking about burning your t-shirts
And snapping your records until
Why do you do this to me?
This *'s just heartache and pain
And they say that your twenties are
special But I don't feel special these days
Why,
why am I wasting my pretty years * with someone like you?
Getting all drunk and
obsessive Oh,
cause that's just what you make me do
Oh,
why am I wasting my pretty years Trying to make you love me too?
Screaming and losing my * Ain't good for my skin
Won't waste pretty on you Don't tell me what to do
And don't you tell me I should smile
more Cause * I did before I met you
I did before I let you Make me think I needed somebody
Needed anybody to come to my rescue Why do you do this to me?
This *'s just heartache and pain I
just wanted love in the prime of my life