Now that you&her are over you call me up pretending to talk to me about school when really i no you called to tell me it was over between you too |
Well im not going back* |
The ones who hurt you the most are the ones you never forget |
Still waiting for that one boy to come and sweep me off my feet |
& in my head are million things that make me worry |
She convineces herself that she wasting her time |
She loves him but is scared of getting a broken heart |
& they are together and she sheds a cry |
& years pass |
How many broken hearts can a girl handle |