I wasted my life looking for "the one",
and by the time I finally found him,
he was already done.
I know pining for someone who just doesn't care
really won't get me anywhere,
but I'm disappointed because I've fallen in love
and it's not at all what I was dreaming of;
it wasn't smiles, flowers, chocolate, or stuffed bears,
no opening doors, lighted candles, or pulling out of chairs,
instead I was subjected to a miserable state,
I ate ice cream, cried my heart out and pretty much put my life to waste,
I hated to breathe each and every day,
because each breath meant I could live with you away --from me and living your "great" life,
flaunting and flirting your time in the limelight.
I always compared myself to your other girls,
always jealous of them hugging you 'cause they were holding my world.
I hated knowing that you couldn't and wouldn't be mine, but now I've moved on, I'm getting along fine,
I know now that the kisses and hugs and dreams
aren't at all what they're cut out to be,
I learned that people say things they don't mean,
and I've learned that I wasn't as important to you as I did seem.
I knew before that the sun would rise,
I also knew that I'd always try --
again if I don't succeed, but I thought that when I was still naive,
back in the day, way back when,
but I only know now that the sun will set again.
