I saw the red flag on that 3rd night of July
You called me drunk and then started to cry
I instantly thought I should run as fast as I can
But then I thought you'd never hurt me, I mistaken
Silently, I paced through the line
"He could be the one" or "he must be just like the other ones"
I should've gone to the right
But I thought, "maybe he's the love I was looking for"
I hate to admit that I got it wrong once again
I hate to make mistakes and stumble at the same stone
I hated meeting you because you did this at the first glance
Now I'm all in red trying to maintain myself sane again.
I should've run that 3rd of July
Midnight, I was tired
I looked at you in the eye
And I thought "he needs me bad"
I shouldn't pick up the phone that night
3am, he was drunk and high
He confessed me his deepest secrets
And I thought, "maybe he could love me right"
But he didn't.
