Another endless day i must be getting older, this i've found its harder to complain i must be getting used to this by now the perfect girl for me she's never there when things just fall apart but i know everything pretending that i still control my life and when i think i can't trust you again you lie, and tell me what i need the stupid little things and silly little words never mean a thing, unless you promise to me first keep lying to your friends you know it all depends on the stupid little things you say with all your made up lies i hold my own in conversations still i try to compromise but never had a chance and never will the way you are inside covers up you feelings once again i can't see through your eyes act like you don't understand