'So nice to meet you' is a feeling I regret from the moment that we met. Ticking like a time bomb, I walk away before this blows up in my face. Tossing memories into the grave you made. Why should I strain my eyes to see the truth, when I can see right through? You're not who I thought you were. You're just another image blurred. Through smoke and mirrors, we see you clearer. No second glances. No second chances. You can't lose faith in everything you can't prove. When you couldn't prove yourself, I quit believing in you. Nothing to hold onto. While face down in the dirt, you can see what you're worth. Why should I strain my eyes to see the truth, when I can see straight through? It's getting harder just to hear the truth. I wouldn't bet on a word from you. You've made more disappointments than good first impressions. You have fallen in too deep. You're so 'take it or leave it', but that's not how I see this. I won't count on you cause you'll do it again.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
