When we first met,
i didn\'t see the twinkle in your eyes.
when we first kissed i didn\'t ask.
when i first ask you to be mine i thought of another.
when i first saw your pale skin alone,
i couldn\'t stop myself.
when i first said that loved you,
i didn\'t think it through.
when we first made love i was an animal.
when i first saw you cry i knew i broke your heart.
when i first told you of the other girl,
i didn\'t see your face.
when we talked i tryed to run from you,
but your cries stopped me.
when i left you for the last time you forgave me,
but didn\'t see my soul.
when you took me back i told you of my love.
when i realized what i felt,
your eyes were on someone else,
hidding what you disired.
when we were together you slept at his house, in his room and told me he was a friend.
told me you liked him a little bit,
but i saw the look in your eyes when you looked at him,
comparing him with me.
when you left me for him you broke my heart,
just like i broke yours.
irony is a b**ch.
now i sit here,
and when i think of you,
i think of you laying next to him.
the one you liked a little bit,
just a friend your f**king.
my arm is not flexable enough to reach the knife in my back.
but i\'ll remember you as my lost love.
the one i threw away,
when i touched the other girl.
but like i said,
irony is a b**ch,
but she\'s my b**ch.
