Oh, here I go again. I wake up every morning to this Groundhog Day. Thinking about the list of things that I've done wrong. Can't even count, it goes on too long.
I'm not supposed to miss you, cause you're not coming back. And I wish I never kissed you, so what do you think of that? What did I get myself into?. In the back of my mind there will always be the catch and throw away..