you let me go, remember
so why the hell
are you back on my doorstep
begging for my forgiveness
you put me through hell, remember
so why the hell
are you back by my windowsill
trying to come back in
like you’ve got some sort of license to my heart
you don’t own me anymore, remember
I was yours, gladly, for the longest time
but you dumped my sorry ass
for some cellulite-infested whore
you say,
I came up to meet you
to tell you I’m sorry
you don’t know how lovely you are
how dare you quote Coldplay.
you keep going :
nobody said it was easy
no one ever said it would be this hard
please take me back to the start.
thisgirlchristine 