I'm a kinda sensitive girl, a very sensitive one.
Sometimes it makes me sick, even those friends of mine.
Mood often plays me around, I could laugh and cry in the same hour.
It's something I could never handle, I can't stand helping.
I'm not mastered at words; sometimes it makes me stuck, worse it fails me.
So here it is.
If I could talk to you, which is I know we wouldn't, I'm sorry for all I have done.
It's not you who don't deserve having me as your friend; it's me.
I have told sorry a lot, so what's more I could tell?
I'm a sensitive one, as you already know, too much.
And truth be told I miss you.
And truth be told I'm lying.
