(ok...)

You are everything I wanted to be
My jealousy turns to hatred
Which I turn onto myself
I'm afraid of hurting you
But you tell me it's okay
So I kind of fool myself
and I left myself go

So then I run to the bathroom
And try not to cry
You send me a text
"Vou te dirigir pra casa"
Maybe you're just tired
Or you know the truth
That I can't handle staying

I don't let you take me home
And I send a text to break up
And I go home alone