She's the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry
At first she's impressive, looks like she touches your heart. She feels it, don't worry, but she has her own -as secret you're not allow to own.
Still you don't regret a single day
Sure? Don't be so sure, then. You will regret it soon because she's not a product of your imagination, she's just too. too. too. ordinary. Yes, she is.
She will turn to me and start to cry
This is the gun she uses or maybe your eyes reduce her to tears. Wanna go?
She promises the earth to me and I believe her after all this time I don't know why
She's such a liar. Makes you count on, and here she cries, then there she goes. This pattern has taken its shape gradually, unconsciously. I thought you were smart, pity of me.
She's the kind of girl who puts you down when friends are there, you feel a fool
Fool, I wouldn't call it that way. Different, maybe. Now, take a trip to her childhood if you'd dare. Ignore both her head and heartaches. See the first steps? Those are what she accepts as the best.
When you say she's looking good, she acts as if she understood, she's cool.
In her self-centered, uncontrolled life, she can not understand you nor she ever believes she looks good. What about you? Here's her fatal irony.
She wasn't told but taught that pain would lead to pleasure. Therefore, she writes. Writes and cries to somebody who, she expects, is not you.
Talking to you, everybody.
Would you still believe me after all this time?