It's the memories of what use to be that kills every inch of hope you had to move on. |
Picture them wrapped in each others arms. |
It's not the thought of letting go that hurts, |
Sometimes when you've been hurt so many times, |
Remember the stories your mother use to tell you about Cinderella? |
Love it's not always what people make it out to be, |
Even though it's hard to face the truth, |
Sweetheart, you're not fooling anyone. |
When you've had it up to here, |
It was the arms of a heart breaker, |