If I could go back and change it
Well, I don't know if I would
So it's a good thing that I can't
Look out your window at your front porch
And wonder who the f*ck am I
To act the victim, sit, and cry
Questions build up, cyclic patterns
Wonder who, what, when, where, why
How much of everything's a lie
He said
"Not everything about me is true"
He said he sees himself in me
But I will never be like you
I used to fake being asleep so that I wouldn't have to see you
You're always yelling at me I "only call when I need you"
But did you really think that I'd forgive you
All of the time I mistook and took for granted needing you