yesterday I found out about you,
even now just looking at you,
were you expecting this?
you're naive if you weren't.
when you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell,
when you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell,
if you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well,
then he's a fool, you're just as well,
hope it gives you hell.
tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself,
yeah, where did it all go wrong?
but the list goes on and on...
truth be told, I miss you,
truth be told, I'm lying.
I've been thinking of all the ways I can tell you,
the ways I can slap you in the face verbally, like you did to me,
the ways I can't handle myself, yet I've completely moved on.
from both of you.
I've been thinking about what I'd do when I saw you,
but then you made it easy,
and you ran away.
I don't hate you,
I'm just disappointed in you.
If I said I didn't want you,
I didn't want every lie you fed to my willing mind,
or if I called you a bitch?
if I told you I'd moved on,
will you come running back when it doesn't work out?