Woorden: Eleventy Seven. And the Land of Fake Believe. A Stellar Sayonara.

I told myself my heart would just get in the way
It's never good to let emotions have their say
I know it's not the last time we will fight again
You're right I'm wrong it's high time we were moving on

'Cause I've spent all this time trying to convince myself
That I don't need your smile and I don't need your kisses
I don't need the way you hold my hand and everybody says
I don't know what I'm missing, it's almost too much for me to stand

Your phone is ringing now but you're not picking up
I guess that's just your way to say I've had enough
I don't recall the last time that we got along
Step back relax and tell me it's all coming back