Lletres: Oleander. February Son. Stupid.

So sad to hear that you don't want to hang around with me
so lame to see you leave and to know that you believe that it's over

cause when your weak i feel the need to get underneith your skin
and when you start to tweak i find a way to get up beside you

stupid, stupid, stupid
stupid, stupid, stupid

in time you'll learn to love me as much as you love yourself
oh in time you'll learn to hate me

cause when i feel the need to have you back by my side
i am sweet it makes me sick to know that i can be so blind

stupid, stupid, stupid
stupid, stupid, stupid
stupid, stupid, stupid
stupid, stupid, stupid