Split Into Fractions-Curve

Yeah Guilty much more from new I can't confide all I want to Spiteful with the fact of life Not everyone you meet is that nice When we scratch below the surface The characters have merged, That split into fractions in front of your eyes I'm so bitchin', love to be it My friends and I just love to meet We meet all the time 'cause we think we're clever So surreal, it makes us feel better We think we're so, clever The characters have merged, That split into fractions in front of your eyes In front of them There is nothing to behold In front of them You can't be sure what you're dealing with And that's got to be good for you I'd die on the cross before I crossed you You know I'd never hurt you I'm just not that type of girl Die on the cross before I cross you Know I'd never hurt you Just not that type I'm just not that type of girl