If It's Here When We Get Back It's Ours en Texas Is The Reason

Well, I think I finally thought of how to act every time you come around
I think I'm finally sick of faking it

But I hate you all and that's for free and that's
What makes it easy for me
Well, it took me long enough

But I won't tell anyone
But I won't tell anyone

I got to form myself into believe in that I might be stuck
And see you leaving, that makes sense to me

But unfortunately I'm not impressed with anyone or anything.
So just?? Why you all are here.

But I won't tell anyone...

Would you know what to say?
Would you know how to feel?

I won't tell anyone, I won't tell anyone...