Behind the lyrics, 5sos

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TARA POV

I get home and run to my room, what on earth, so he kisses me, asks me out, and everything tyen does to that blonde, who is she even !!!

I no what I need right now, but I can't, he's busy, with his band. Okay um, who else do I have, I could call one of my friends from England, but different times, I could call someone from the football team, but there mostly friends of Jack. So I pretty much have no one.

Well there's one thing for it, I open the door to the back of the my room, my small studio. I pick up a guitar, and sing one of my favourite songs.

Maybe when I get a little bit older
I'll get caught
telling a lie, telling a lie
Why can't I get a little bit older?
I hear it happens, all the time

Looking from the outside and I can't get in
Is it cos' i'm tired? Baby i'm so tired
Feeling all your whispers soaking in my skin
Will it make me faithful? why can't I be faithful?

I wanna know what love is, I wanna know what love is
I wanna know what love is, I really hope that it's not you
I wanna know what love is, I wanna know what love is
I wanna know what love is, I really hope that it's not you

If the room gets a little bit colder
Should we take it as a sign? is it a sign?
When my tear trickles down your shoulder
You get yours, you got yours

Baby it'd be different if I was satisfied
Would it make you better? Want it to be better
I got a sick illusion stuck in my mind
I thought it would be softer, I wish it was softer

I wanna know what love is, I wanna know what love is,
I wanna know what love is, I reallly hope that it's not you

I wanna know what love is, I wanna know what love is
I wanna know what love is, I really hope that it's not you

I wanna know what love is, I wanna know what love is
I wanna know what love is, I really hope that it's not you

I wanna know what love is, I wanna know what love is
I wanna know what love is, I really hope that it's not you

I've always loved that song and singing has always been able to free my mind.

It's a shame I'm not any good. Jacks a total dick, no way am I going to get back with him. I don't care, I'm sick of faking it anyway. But I'm still pissed at him, ain't no one just go cheating on me.

" Tara someone's here for you " yells my dad

The boys they must be back, I spring down stairs only to see, Skye and Cindy.

" Hey girl " says Skye, it's hard to believe she's older, she's small and fragility built, she reminds me of glass, she's really pretty though,

" Hey, wanna come get a coffee" asks Cindy, me and Cindy get along really well, she's closer to my age, but more into fashion, she is perfect, the way she walks and talks, her teeth are even perfect.

" Um yeah sure, I'll just go grab my bag " I say running up the stairs

Wait how the hell did this find where I live, it's weird cause we have never really done this before, I talk to Cindy on the phone a lot, and they come to band prac, but that's it.

" You okay " asks Cindy as we get into Skye's car

" Not really, I'll tell you later " I say looking out the window,