That’s sooo cliché!
It dawned on me that
I don't know how to break this to you
But.... I have half a mind
To give you a piece of my mind.
I know that every cloud has a silver lining,
And that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel
But this is a whole new ball game.
You make me crazy
You really get my goat
I know you hear no evil
So tell me if I’m barking up the wrong tree
But you’re always lying like a rug
This is small potatoes considering the fact that
You are as proud as a peacock
And the bigger they come, the harder they fall
So you should be ready to bite the bullet
Because I would be pleased as punch
If you would hit the road
You might be sick as a dog for leaving
But you are as hard as nails
As solid as a rock,
And time is a cure
But it’s a cardinal sin to
Cry over spilt milk
This too, shall pass.
you're young, you'll get over it