That was it, my last chance. Two days ago, yet I missed it.
Now, when I'm finally ready, you don't want a boyfriend.
It was a shook at first, but it got better.
I tried to understand why and you finally explained.
Well, I thought that I was good for you...and I still do.
I thought I'm going to be sad and angry.
I thought that you will change your mind and come for me.
I've got to stop thinking so much, because I'm neither sad nor angry and you are not coming back. It's ok, it's your choice and will, and you are the one to regret it, because you're the one how mass that chance. Now I'll move on, meanwhile you'll sit alone crying.
And I'm not as angry as I sound; I just wanted to love you, now I can't.
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