The One
If I ever write about you, what will I say? That you were the one? The one I should never have met, Because everyone after has to battle with the after taste of our love.
What will I say? I'm sorry I let you hurt me; I'm sorry that every time they say they love me, I hear your voice, See your face And it clouds me, It makes me disbelieve.
I'm sorry I thought you were the one so I can't think they are too.