Will someone please call a surgeon

Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart

That your're deserting for better company?

I can't accept that it's over...

I will block the door like a goalie tending the net

In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry.

So just say how to make it right

And I swear I'll do my best to comply.

Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better

Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together.

I feel must interject here you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself

With these revisions and gaps in history

So let me help you remember,

I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear,

I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave.

So please back away and let me go

I can't my darling I love you so...

Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better

Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together

Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future

Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures.

I admit that I have made mistakes and I swear

I'll never wrong you again

You've got a lure I can't deny,

But you've had your chance so say goodbye...

Say goodbye...

Enviado por: Adri Watkins.