Bad decisions, that's alright.
Bara jag som hatar när man väl börjar gilla en kille, och man pratar mycket. Så.. Helt plötsligt så slutar killen skriva, eller snacka med en? Man ser hur killen skriver söta saker till andra tjejer, men ingeting till mig? Man blir gråtfärdig, och tror man har gjort nåt fel. Det hugger till i hjärtat, och det känns som om en kniv. Man vill göra vad som helst, för att fånga killens uppmärksamhet. Men ingeting funkar. Det känns värdelöst, och allting man gör är att tänka på han. Men man får bara bita i det sura äpplet och försöka gå vidare..
Was it something i did? Was it something you said?
Was it something i did? Was it something you said?
Don't leave me hangin', in a city so dead.
You were everything, everything that I wanted.
We were meant to be, supposed to be. But we lost it.
All of the memories so close to me, just fade away.
All this time you were pretending, so much for my happy ending.
You were all the things I thought I knew, and I thought we could be.
It's nice to know that you were there, thanks for acting like you care.
And making me feel like I was the only one.
Thanks for watching as I fall.
So much for my happy ending.
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