ACK! کے بول

She's a lovely girl, but, only when she gets her way. She can be thaughtful, but, she's cruel sometimes. I think I like her, but, she sends an inconsistant vibe. Hold my hand out, and, she punches me good-bye. She's got me tied up in her eyes. Makes me compromise myself. She feeds on disillusion. I thaught she was disillusioned. I kicked the grass up while I waited outside my front door. She drove by twice before she stopped and let me in. I want to tell her exactly how confused I am. I try to stop, but, then I can't begin.