You heard the news, that I was finally falling out of love — I must have forgotten your touch; and I know it really *****, that you heard the news from somebody else; her I’ll never love.
And have you ever kissed that taste of sweet sin; I know I said we'd be lovers ever since we were kids, but looking in the mirror now — I'm definitely not him!
Men go chasing after wet waters; my chasing gave you running tears – I made you feel like a princess, but never settled on making you, my queen.