He is beautiful
And oh-so wonderful
He knows how to make me smile
And my time always seems worth while
But I miss the way we were…
Narrowing eyes and blowing with rage
And storming home, writing and crying on the page
Spreading cruel rumours, smirking in vain
Causing a brawl and lots of pain
He is never late, always gets it right
Never puts up a fight
He is what every girl, ever woman wants
And I should be lucky that he wants me
But I miss the way we were…
Yelling and making every little thing complicated
Screaming and shouting until we’re both so frustrated
Chasing each other round and around
Until we’re both sprawled on the ground
He gives me presents, although it’s not my birthday
And when I’m quiet, he’ll say,
“What’s wrong?”
But he can’t tell the inauthenticity of my so called smile
And when I lie, he’ll believe it, and think I’m fine
I miss the way you’d…
Read me like an open book, see through all my lies
Kiss me hard to end our fights, assure me everything’s going to be alright
And now I can finally see that I wasn’t just your whore
We fought because we had something worth fighting for:
Our love
Now I regret giving up, the times are so tough
I regret giving up on you and our perfectly imperfect love
Because although he’s incredible
He’s just too sensible
And you and I both know that’s not how I do
I just want to turn back the clock and be with you
