I tell myself over and over again That I forgot you, that I erased you But I miss you, I miss you I can’t stand it without you Let’s stop, let’s stop No matter how much I tell myself After you left, every day is the same
R U Ready As if we’ll explode if you touch us We are hot-blooded teenage girls But the reality is that we’re stuck in practice rooms all day It’s actually like being in a nerve-wracking octagon with the members
Your thick eyeliner, your tightly pulled back hair I can see your cockiness and pretentiousness But for some reason, it suits you But still, you’re not a guy who pretends to be this or that At least you’re not a guy who says two different things with one mouth