For guys like me there is |
I no she broke my heart but i wasnt raised as a quitter |
The truth is that it kills me to this day |
Tell me that you love me, |
I walk down the hall and I know it shows |
We pass each other in the hallway, |
They no when i say i am over her, |
After all that we have been through |
I miss you a little, I guess you could say, a little too much, a little too often, and a little more each day |
I walk down the hall, i no that it shows. |