i can tell you the story about my first kiss
i can rant about how life isn't fair
i could whisper my secrets in your ear
i could scream my fears into the summer air
i could yell about how i always get picked on
i could laugh at the stupid jokes you told
i could smile at the way you talk
i could cry at the lies he sold
all those stories make me, me
all those stories, they're all true
all those stories are crucial
all those stories are unimportant to you
