dial my way into your heart ... again

i went to this boarding school once 

to study the art of a broken heart 

what could become an chapter of romance

the setting wore competing 

about his attention but i don't 

because i didnt knew what i want 

i could feel the pressure of be the best 

so i begun the starve and went down 

around 16 kilos a winter 

and my heart never felt that bitter  

become an pure agony and pain

could see my own ribs and was longing for some chrisps 

all for a guy that would become my first heart break 

when he said that im wore a retard and label me sick

before i ever did and boys like that i cant hang with 

because they must understand im more then im illness

an label , that im that hospital princess

and know i realize you wore just a chapter , not the end

it got me pretty fucked up and just because one guy screw me up 

then we got that guy that said i was his fave just to settle with bitch face 

we all know who im chat about , mile oak because im the running joke 

i might not can run away from my problems in an wheelchair 

but you should know why i was so starry and dont be that merry 

and know im on the chapter three , i dont know what will happen with us

but i like to think we in for the long hall as friends and you dont throw me under the bus 

because then i cant sing ours songs which i really enjoy , that tune that really find a cure in 

i might not be the best at call but i do think this as phone call 

and every sentence is for you , from now on

someday i will dial my way into your heart again , as a friend because you already mine 

after all things what happen this year i cant it ... decline