I'm seventeen again, I turn around the corner to go home and think
"Today is the day I found his car outside my house, today is the day he is picking me up and taking me away."
But that day never came and never will.
Why is it so hard to move on?
Why it has to be you or no one else?
I don't want these feelings anymore.
You won't pick me up not today, not tomorrow. I'll have to go on
and on
and on
with my life without you.
Settling for less,
settling for someone I don't really want or love like I love you.
Why, oh why it has to be you?
