arizselene

I won’t cry
          	You don’t deserve my tears
          	I’m over analyzing 
          	Everything you say
          	I won’t fight 
          	You’ve heard it all anyway
          	I’m tired of being sick and tired all the time
          	Calculating analyzing you
          	Running out of ways to get to you
          	
          	Since when did love
          	Become so scientific 
          	Three simple words
          	Should just be here with me
          	Tell me how 
          	you can calculate a feeling
          	When did I become scientific

arizselene

I won’t cry
          You don’t deserve my tears
          I’m over analyzing 
          Everything you say
          I won’t fight 
          You’ve heard it all anyway
          I’m tired of being sick and tired all the time
          Calculating analyzing you
          Running out of ways to get to you
          
          Since when did love
          Become so scientific 
          Three simple words
          Should just be here with me
          Tell me how 
          you can calculate a feeling
          When did I become scientific