I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.
Hey, I just met you and this is crazy. But here’s my number, so call me, maybe.
Cause when I’m with him I am thinking of you. Thinking of you, what you would do if you were the one who was spending the night. I wish that I was looking into your eyes.
You put your arms around me and I believe that it's easier for you to let me go. You put your arms around me and I'm home.
I don't want to run away, but I can't take it. I don't understand. If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am? Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
I know that I’m not what you wanted, am I? Wanted someone who I used to be like. Now you think I’m not trying.
This, I guess, is to tell you you're chosen out from the rest.
Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere, or would it be a waste? Even if I knew my place should I leave it there?