I got the world in my hands, the master plan, but I don’t know why I keep callin’ you.
All I can do since you been gone is cry.
quick aside: this is probably Michael Jackson’s most soulful recording. At 11 years old.
If you don’t expect too much from me, you might not be let down.
So we’re done? This the real shit? We used to hold hands like field trips. I’m a jerk, but your dude is a real dick. I read his post on your wall and I feel sick.
I always wanted to be picked on a cool team. But alone is exactly how I should be.
How lucky we are to live in this time.
You are the bestest. I will obey you. These words I wrote for you when you were fucking other dudes. The only thing I need from you now is some solitude. Actions over words. Girls will be girls, that’s all it proves.
‘Cuz you’re beautiful, just not on the inside.
O’ your friends say Boston’s beautiful, but they didn’t dream here, they didn’t scream here when no one hears.
