This weekend, at your
house i will spend.
Not with you, cuz you
told me we are through
Your sister is like mine,
and maybe you'll
see me different
over time?
It's not going to be
easy, sorry if i act
cheesy.
My stomach does
flips, while i wait,
Is this weekend
going to turn into
fate?
I ask my self a hundred
questions,
What changed your mind?
Is it my imperfection,
or how i showed my affection?
They run through my head,
I cant believe they are not
dead.
I can't blame you,
because then my words
wouldn't be true.
I messed with things,
i should have known
the phone was about to ring.
I still am in love with you,
but my imperfections you
can not see through.
