All mixed up inside
no place to hide,
people playing with my emotions
leaving my heart hanging out to dry.
Dry from the sheaded tears,
tears from the past couple of years.
Why do they find it funny?
I thought i had everything worked out
I thought i had a plan
But then he tried coming, shoving his way back in,
he acted like he wanted in
but then everything just came crashing down.
Thankfully another was there to step in.
But this does not forgive the damage within.
I will be strong
I will not crumble,
but the more we reconnect
The more i get into trouble.
This is not fair to me, its not fair to you,
this is not fair to the one that stepped in,
even though, hey, he might just be in this to win.
But is it to win the pretty girl, or the golden prize?
I guess it will be a surprise.
As for the first, i hope you grow up,
I hope you decide what your in it for
And stop making me feel like there is more.
More to be understood, more to be won.
You dont understand, i just want to be the one.