Driving so slowly
You won't even know me
Keep a low profile on the scene
But the disappointment appears
At times I'm least experienced
I'd rather just forget about it all
And I can't even see your father in town,
Without feeling a little down.
But what goes around comes around.
They say these things shouldn't hurt at all,
So what is a heart for?
Is this the way it ought to be now.
I'm just finding it hard to see
That things are not all they're cracked up to be
No, not even me
This is the way it ought to be
And I can't even see your father in town,
Without feeling a little down.
But what goes around comes around.
They say these things shouldn't hurt at all,
So what is a heart for?
Is this the way it ought to be now.
The memories, of bliss and jealousy,
Still haunts, my thoughts, when I'm asleep.
I know it will all be in the past someday, one da---y.