When the time together becomes a bore.
When you start to figure your'e not the only girl he adores.
As you realize the kisses aren't sweet how the used to be
As you lie there in his arms perhaps your heart will feel like it doesn't belong.
And when you remember the memories you shared from this song, you'll start to cry.
When the fun nights out are no longer shared with you.
You'll be sitting alone asking,
"what did I do?".
Nothing will be same, not even text messages.
When you send the I love you text, just know he's texting his ex.
And he'll probably get to you in a sec.
With a response like, you too.
Sweetie, cheaters will be cheaters.
And there always be him and two of you.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
When the time together becomes a bore.
When you start to figure your'e not the only girl he adores.
As you realize the kisses aren't sweet how the used to be
As you lie there in his arms perhaps your heart will feel like it doesn't belong.
And when you remember the memories you shared from this song, you'll start to cry.
When the fun nights out are no longer shared with you.
You'll be sitting alone asking,
"what did I do?".
Nothing will be same, not even text messages.
When you send the I love you text, just know he's texting his ex.
And he'll probably get to you in a sec.
With a response like, you too.
Sweetie, cheaters will be cheaters.
And there always be him and two of you.
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