Stryder Sucker
You run, you hide, you keep your feelings inside
Your eyes, your thighs, your excuses and your lies
You play unfair, but you let me touch your underwear, so go blowdry your hair and tell you friends I don't care!
We got you all figured out
But will I be all alone tomorrow?
If I stand tall and call you out,
Will I be all alone tomorrow?
