I didn't used to be the girl who cries herself to sleep,
I didn't used to just dream about his lips against mine,
I didn't used to be the girl who says "I love you" to him one thousand times a day, in her head.
Once upon a time he held me,
He loved me.
Once upon a time I would laugh and kiss.
But I guess "Happily ever after" wasn't in his contract.
I didn't used to be a broken hearted girl.
