Every day is a new day
so why do I feel so old?
I just can't shake it off,
it's branded on my brain.
Your taste is still in my mouth,
the taste of deceptions and fake "I love you" 's.
They say I'm too young, and love wasn't in my heart yet,
but tell me-
if it wasn't love, what was it?
What was it to you?
Nothing,
you moved on,
said "It's ok, I wasn't ready for a boyfriend,
let's just be friends"
Easy for you to say.....
I look, you walk away,
I speak, you turn your face,
and I'm so fucked up
because of your little games
little games,
little games