JessicaC

The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it's hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood,
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are
If you're a man at all
Well, I will figure this one out on my own
On my own ("I'm screaming I love you so")
On my own (My thoughts you can't decode)

 How did we get here?
 When I use to know you so well, yeah.
 How did we get here? Well, I think I know.

Paramore - Decode