domingo, 20 de octubre de 2013

You’re not sorry no more

Could’a loved you all my life 
If you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold 

I see it all now that you’re gone.
Don’t you think I was too young
To be messed with
The girl in the dress
Cried the whole way home
I shoulda known.

So this is me swallowing my pride, 
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night,
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I
 miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right, 
And how you held me in your arms that September night, 
The first time you ever saw me cry.
Maybe this is wishful thinking, 
Probably mindless dreaming
If we loved again I swear I'd love you right.

And never really had a chance 
I had so many dreams 
About you and me 
Happy endings 
Now I know 

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale 
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, 
Lead her up the stairwell 
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, 
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down 
Now it's too late for you 
And your white horse, to come around