She's a lovely girl, but, only when she gets her way.   She can be thaughtful, but, she's cruel sometimes.   I think I like her, but, she sends an inconsistant vibe.   Hold my hand out, and, she punches me good-bye.      She's got me tied up in her eyes.   Makes me compromise myself.   She feeds on disillusion.   I thaught she was disillusioned.      I kicked the grass up while I waited outside my front door.   She drove by twice before she stopped and let me in.   I want to tell her exactly how confused I am.   I try to stop, but, then I can't begin.