There is nothing left for you to fix There is nothing left for you to say I guess you really did all that to have everything play out your way.
I was so careless I was a mess Somehow my mind you managed to undress I cared about your happiness that for a brief moment I left myself behind In a puddle of distress In a empty pattern of unstableness.
I was born with wings that you tried to cut through There was a disguise that prevented me from seeing the real you. Giving you time to convince me that you cared about me too.. I guess this is your cue...
I guess the last thing I want to say to you is: I hope the next time you look a female in the eye, you select to be true.
A past experience that no longer hurts But definitely a hard time that felt the worst.