domingo, 16 de enero de 2011

It's strange to think the songs we used to sing, the smiles, the flowers, everything... is gone. Yesterday I found out about you, even now just looking at you feels wrong. You say that you'd take it all back, given one chance, it was a moment of weakness and you said yes. You should've said no, you should've gone home, you should've thought twice before you let it all go. You should've know that word, 'bout what you did with her, would get back to me. And I should've been there, in the back of your mind, I shouldn't be asking myself why. You shouldn't be begging for forgiveness at my feet... You should've said no, baby and you might still have me.

I can't resist, before you go, tell me this: Was it worth it? Was she worth this? NO.

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