write it down, to get it off, my chest
maybe now, I can finally, let it rest
I’ve never been, a cheater
but I bet, you did the same with her
.
I’m not sorry now
and I wasn’t sorry then
because you’re the one, who pulled away
sent my head spinning, off into the gray
.
it’s not hard to remeber
it was the first sunday, of december
you’d been, lying about where you were
with friends, but it still left me unsure
lately, you wouldn’t so much, as hold my hand
so hun, you should understand
.
our eyes met acrosst the room
the kind of look, that just consumes
when his breath moved, to my lips
I leaned in, to his kiss
Stopped it, before things whent too far
even ran out, crying to my car
.
but, I’m not sorry now
and I wasn’t, sorry then
I guess you could call me, a cheater
and I bet, you did the same with her