Aquamarine: You have to help me make him love me. Hailey, Claire: No way Hailey: He’s way to popular you should pick someone else. Claire: She right. I mean all the girls are after him. Even a few boys.
The grass wasn’t green enough here After watering it with my tears I’m not sure where you went Now we are, just past tense The snakes, they are slithering in Chasing me to my end I can’t say where that is I’m running again
And, when I get there It won’t be far enough I’m a renegade It’s in my blood If ever I get there It won’t be fast enough I’m a renegade I always was Why am i so selfish?