-I suppose you're programmed for etiquette and protocol. -Protocol? Why, it's my primary function My rap tone cracks domes and backbones Shamus known
coming closer Look how he holds her I feel the danger He must've got a point to prove The consequences in taking this risk, I'm out of promise I dont care what the others
Two weeks have passed since she last asked me for an answer and I'm sorry now but thinking back I thought that maybe I could please you but I can't so
I'm not perfect, I'm not a saint Done some things I wish that I could erase I'm doing my best but still make mistakes If I've hurt you then I'm sorry
Now I know I was mad to think that you were mine How will I ever find somebody beautiful This is a thought that I've been trying to hide Because you