Its strange how i can be in the prettiest dress i own
how i can do my make up perfect
and every curl on my head tight
but still know i\'m not ever good enough for you
or anyone else
its strange how i can listen to a song
and go some where
and every time visit an old memory
but want nothing to do with them
i wanna forget everything that went so wrong
but most of all i wanna forget everything that was so right
im not sure what we had was real but what i had was
so do you think if i could just lay here
time would past me by
and over that time the emptiness will fill up
i use to think always and forever ment till the end
but now i know it really means the end is near to come
i\'ve learned not to trust a single word rolled off thel ips of sinners
i\'m scared for life and theres no turning back
no turning back time
no tuning back memories
no nothing of anything
but it\'ll all fade
right?
