yeah right...bits and pieces from Pink herself.

Jan 12, 2008 - 23:23 PM PST

You took my hand
You showed me how
You promised me you'd be around
Uh huh
That's right
I took your words
And I believed
In everything
You said to me
Yeah huh
That's right ....

Mommy help me, I need your help
This little boy, he took my love
He says these things that make my body
bump up
And then he runs, leaving me undone and
I don't understand

Is it love or just a curse?
Do you feel good when I hurt?
I need your heart to open up
If this love's not real then it's just my luck ....

I was in love wit ya
But the hell wit ya cuz you didn't wanna treat me right ....

How can you love me, and then just leave me
Because you see somebody looking
And you think they disagree
Well they don't feed you, so why you care boo
Cuz the best love you ever had is right here with you ....

I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you friend
I'd give anything

When someone said count your blessings now
'fore they're long gone
I guess I just didn't know how
I was all wrong
They knew better
Still you said forever
And ever
Who knew

I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we
Until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened? ....

Everyday I fight a war against the mirror
I can't take the person starin' back at me
I'm a hazard to myself

Don't let me get me
I'm my own worst enemy

Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else ....

I feel so fooled. And hurt, and angry. And like I don't want to wake up again. I don't want to get out of this bed. And face the world. I don't want to move. I don't want to breathe. I don't want to put a smile on my face and train the new-hires. I don't want to push myself. I don't want to break any records. I don't want to try hard again. I don't want to want you. I don't want to go to sleep crying and wake up crying. I don't want to hurt like this any more. I don't want to be so empty without you. I don't want to hold my phone knowing you aren't ever going to call again, or text. I don't want to do this. Why are you making me do this. Why are you hurting me so much? Why am I so alone?