Bad timing?
How could it possibly be when you left me behind and chose her? How could you wait until I stopped waiting for you... until someone else picked me to say those things. It's not fair for you to say those kinds of things to me. It's not fair to him.
Did you mean everything or were they just meaningless words that easily slipped out in your drunken stupor? Was it silly of me to secretly tuck the memory of that night deep beside the time you told me you wished she was me? I never told you, but sometimes... I wish he was you.
I'm not that girl... Am I that girl?
I only answered your question with laughter because I couldn't admit the truth. Because I wanted to keep you away. To keep myself away. To keep his heart intact. So I chose him like when you chose her because you were too late.
It was so long ago when you made your decision, and I've worked good and hard to bury the thought of you. The though of an us. The mere idea of you. Of an us. But you were always there, here. In me, reflecting back at me. Testing me. Teasing me.
What am I supposed to do with this rotten heart of mine?
I feel like a walking wound, waiting for my limbs to find me. My head tells me that I've made the right choices. But my heart is begging for clarity. To not feel anything for just a moment. To just finally let you go. The indecision is wearing me down.
Please, please, please... I just want peace.
Did you mean everything or were they just meaningless words that easily slipped out in your drunken stupor? Was it silly of me to secretly tuck the memory of that night deep beside the time you told me you wished she was me? I never told you, but sometimes... I wish he was you.
I'm not that girl... Am I that girl?
I only answered your question with laughter because I couldn't admit the truth. Because I wanted to keep you away. To keep myself away. To keep his heart intact. So I chose him like when you chose her because you were too late.
It was so long ago when you made your decision, and I've worked good and hard to bury the thought of you. The though of an us. The mere idea of you. Of an us. But you were always there, here. In me, reflecting back at me. Testing me. Teasing me.
What am I supposed to do with this rotten heart of mine?
I feel like a walking wound, waiting for my limbs to find me. My head tells me that I've made the right choices. But my heart is begging for clarity. To not feel anything for just a moment. To just finally let you go. The indecision is wearing me down.
Please, please, please... I just want peace.