Theres always an 'im sorry' after every out-burst, another apology,
Theres a make up after evey frickin' break up, so tell me why were doing this?
Why oh why do we play this game, there is always a last word
Its so bord that no-one can win, we just keep getting hurt
Your the only one who can make me this mad, (walk away, walk away)
Your the only one who can hurt me this bad (walk away, walk away)
But i want you for my self
I still want you for my self
I want you for my self
Because i want you for my self
You creped uner my skin and then you runed my make-up,
You know exactly how to tick me off
And yet i can resist you when you kissing my face off,
And everything forgiven and forgot
I try and try to convince my self that is ante gunna work
Why oh why is the thought of you being gone so much worse
Your the only one who can make me this mad, (walk away, walk away)
Your the only one who can hurt me this bad (walk away, walk away)
But i want you for my self
I still want you for my self
I want you for my self
Because i want you for my self
My self yeee
(why oh why)
Whyyy
(do we play this game)
Do we play this gameee
(why oh why)
Ohhh
(we just keep getting hurt)
Your the only one who can make me this mad, (walk away, walk away)
Your the only one who can hurt me this bad (walk away, walk away)
But i want you for my self
I still want you for my self
I want you for my self
Because i want you for my self |
The Saturdays:
The Saturdays:
The Saturdays:
The Saturdays:
