History

Sometimes things don’t work out right and you just have to say good-bye.

We had no chance.

You couldn’t see inside of me.

You could’ve changed my life.

I’ve got no more pleas, it’s over for me.

Sometimes I’m blinded by my feelings,

But everytime I get close to you it seems like I’m wastin’ my time.

I can’t read the future, so forget the bitter end.

Let’s stop and call it history.