Made this up on the way home.
Put it together.
Here you goes.
The attraction wasn’t a choice I was able to make.
But I was the sucker that got fooled.
I mean I make mistakes, but it’s nothing I regret.
Because it’s true I was fooled.
But I was a fool for you.
And I can’t be ashamed, pride won’t let me maintain.
I wear my heart on my sleeve, I’ll say it again.
It might be mutual, but in the end,
You’re the one comin’ back with a broken heart that I got to mend.
Yet I would treasure the moments we would spend and the times you would look my way.
And that twinkle in your eye would catch mine, and it would always make my day.
Well, I guess a twinkle in her eye, is just a twinkle in her eye.
Misconstrued the love she gave as the blessings in disguise.
And they say God’s favorites always have the toughest times.
I’m sure when it comes to Venusian arts he really doesn’t try.
And you know the saying that boys don’t cry.
So when you see the tears, it’s just the sweat coming out of my eyes.
No more lies, no more hidden agendas.
Just relieve my fear.
And those awkward moments I’ve been dreading will tend to disappear.
I can’t apologize.
I can only say its cliché.
And saying its cliché is in fact cliché as well.
But I guess that’s just me.
I hear the same thing over and over.
I deserve so much.
Now that’s an overrated statement.
With my heart as empty as my head
I’m looking for a certain replacement.
Nothing is as good as it was, and I’m ready for the consequences.
I can’t stand up.
And I can’t fall down.
I guess you can say I’m somewhere in the middle.
I’m sitting in the house of heartbreak.
And love doesn’t live here anymore since the rent is too expensive.