I want to run my hands over your head and tell you that I'm not so good after all. I'm not what you think me to be. I'm pretty but not so much from inside. I want to tell you that I don't like your ex. I pretend to but she doesn't give me good vibes. I don't think we can ever be friends. I want to tell you that you have started becoming a habit to me. A habit that's hard to get rid...