Woorden: Fefe Dobson. Sunday Love. Scar.

Blowing palm tress, perfect sunsets
Tricked my mind to get my feet wet
Tired of lies, pressure rising
You're all I have and now you're crying

Oh, I hit you way too low
I've gone too far
I'm just another scar

And when you told me
You don't love me anymore
You don't love me anymore
You punched me out, you took me down

I trash talk you, you trash talk me
Orchid flowers help me fake I'm happy
Empty bedroom, chest is burning
I've messed up and now I'm paying

Oh, I kicked you way too low
I've gone too far
I'm just another scar

And when you told me
You didn't want to see me again
You didn't want to never ever see me again
Your scream and shout turned me around

And now I feel the way you do
I'm just like you, I'm just like you
Now I will never be the same
No, I will never be the same

And when you told me
You don't love me anymore
You don't love me anymore
You punched me out, you took me down