Denae June Harris

But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned.

Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud, And I feel a little Hank running through my blood. I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts. You can bet all day, but I can't be bought.

So I won't let you close enough to hurt me, No I won't rescue you to just desert me. I can't give you what you think you gave me. It's time to say goodbye to turning tables.

Irony, irony, is hate and love, hate and love.

Sometimes I ask my heart did we really give our love a chance, But I know without a doubt we turned it inside out. And if we walked away would it make more sense? But it tears me up inside just to think we still could try...