Grieving This Stupid Love

I grieve if you won’t let me go

I keep on trying to say hello

Wait for you to talk about the sky

I grieve cuz for you I’m a Jane Doe

And I’d like to be your Marilyn Monroe

I grieve when you don’t call at night

You don’t call at night

You won’t call at night

I grieve when you

Change me for some friend

I see when you don’t want me around again

You know too people make me act like a saint

I’m not but you sold me all the pure romance

I, I’m not a saint

I, I don’t you wanna say

Aaaahhhh…

So I grieve when I feel invisible to you

I grieve at least once in a look

My dreams make you so perfect as you should be

I grieve because I just think about you and me

Miss you love

Miss you much

I don’t mind

If you don’t thing about me all the time

I like you

I like you

I don’t regret

I don’t care you’re not my type

Miss you love

Miss you much