I'm not crazy. My reality is just different than yours.

The bed I'm lying in is getting colder
Wish I never would've said it's over

ponekad želimo zadržati nešto/nekoga ali nam okolnosti to ne dopuštaju...ponekad mi sami sebi to ne dopuštamo...ja znam da si nisam dopustila i ne znam dali sada žalim za iskreno ili je to samo jedan od onih hirova kad najviše želiš ono što ne možeš imati...

I told myself I won't miss you
But I remember
What it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face

sjećanja su gadna stvar osobito ona lijepa...uspomene toliko toga zakompliciraju...

I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me

ali bez obzira koliko ti nešto nedostajalo ne možeš se samo tako vratiti na staro osobito ne ako je to nešto što...što nije ono pravo...a ne smijem izgubiti ono pravo radi uspomena...

Does it hurt to know I'll never be there?
Bet it sucks, to see my face everywhere
It was you who chose to end it like you did
I was the last to know
You knew exactly what you would do
And don't say, you simply lost your way
They may believe you but I never will
Never again



Ja sam tvoja pogreška...tako trea i ostati...nažalost...