| It was hard enough, without
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| Her dying her hair blonde again
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| It was hard enough, without
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| Her lying with a gentle man
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| I wish I could hate her more than anything, hate her for thinking she’ll be
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| given all the love she deserves
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| Maybe she’s right this time, maybe we’re past our prime…
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| I wish I could do what I have always done, take my love for her and turn it in
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| to hate for her sir
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| He’s a far better man than me… I guess I’ll wait and see
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| How can hope for the best
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| My best is her worst
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| Can I go back to a wish
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| So I can quench this thirst
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| How can hold on to hope
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| That there love will end
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| How will I ever know
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| When we will start again
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| It was hard enough, without
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| Her obviously missing me
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| It was hard enough, without
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| Reminders of what could have been
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| I wish I could tell her that her boyfriend was a waste life, good for nothing
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| but to bring her down
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| But that wouldn’t be true at all
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| I wish I could save her from the evil demon kissing her, but he sings a more
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| saintly sound
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| I’m not the best choice this time, please keep sending me signs
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| How can hope for the best
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| My best is her worst
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| Can I go back to a wish
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| So I can quench this thirst
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| How can hold on to hope
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| That there love with end
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| How will I ever know
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| When we will start again
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| How can hope for the best
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| My best is her worst
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| Can I go back to a wish
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| So I can quench this thirst
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| How can hold on to hope
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| That there love with end
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| How will I ever know
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| When we will start again
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| Will I ever know has she slipped away |