It's funny how the past blurs the tears and pain.
It's funny how I can't remember much of the bad,
the good is what my mind recalls.
All the times I would wait for you to come around.
All the times I waited for you.

I wonder, did you really want to live that way?
Did you want to hurt me?
Why are you running away?

Maybe someday I'll look back and see
you never meant to be cruel.
It's just that someone hurt you too.