| The saying goes, «You never know what you had
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| Till your well runs dry and you miss it so bad»
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| Not one for cliches
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| But on the replay
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| I did you wrong I regret each day
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| Can I make it up to you by makin' love to you?
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| You don’t want my mistake to be what breaks us up do you?
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| Before you answer, just give yourself the chance to
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| Think about our past and how strong our romance was
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| Worse than cancer it’s killin' me slowly
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| Never in my life have I been so lonely
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| And when I think about the pain that you must’ve felt
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| I swear to God I wanna kill myself
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| It won’t change what happened, you probably still hate me
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| Never thought that you would be the one to forsake me
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| But now you gone, it’s just the same old song
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| You never miss it, never miss it, never miss it till it’s gone
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| My only wish is for you to completely forget me
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| She said she regrets the day that she met me
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| The only one to ever truly get me
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| I swear she took the life outta me when she left me
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| My only wish is for our love’s resurrection
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| In your absence I appreciate perfection
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| I would sacrifice myself for your protection
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| And die for the chance to regain your affection
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| Look, it’s kinda complicated when you lovin' a close friend
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| I feel like I treated her way better than most men
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| I admit
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| I cheated a few times
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| But I thought she’d do her dirt and I’d do mine
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| I really didn’t care who the hell she was fuckin'
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| I tried to play it cool but she could tell that I was frontin'
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| Talk to my friends but they can’t tell me nothin'
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| It hurts like hell when you’re the cause of you’re suffering
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| Take it like a man, bottle in my hand
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| Shot after shot until I can barely stand
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| And you don’t understand, that’s the only way I sleep
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| Should’ve known that these girls I bring home can’t compete
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| I’m just not the man that I used to be
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| All of a sudden all these girls ain’t as cute to me
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| I would murder all these groupie whores and burn them in effigy
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| If there was any home you could love what is left of me |