Текст: Forever The Sickest Kids. Weekend: Friday. She Likes.

What's the point of being in love?
What's the point of being with someone you can't have?
I know exactly how this will end but for some reason I can't help myself.
No I just can't help myself.

She likes she likes
She likes to fight and make up
She likes she likes
She likes to be alone
She likes she likes
The heartache of a break up
She likes she likes
To be my bittersweet love.

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

All you do is let me down
You pick me up and drag me around like a rag doll
I sew myself together again
But for some reason I can't help myself
No I just can't help myself

She likes she likes
She likes to fight and make up
She likes she likes
She likes to be alone
She likes she likes
The heartache of a break up
She likes she likes
To be my bittersweet love

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah


Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

She told me it's not workin out
I said "Hey doll, quit freakin' out
We've been through this too many times
Why can't you just make up your mind"

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

She likes she likes
She likes to fight and make up
She likes she likes
She likes to be alone
She likes she likes
The heartache of a break up
She likes she likes
To be my bittersweet love


She likes she likes
She likes to fight and make up
She likes she likes
She likes to be alone
She likes she likes The heartache of a break up
She likes she likes
To be my bittersweet love


Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah