Who's more of a traitor to myself than I,
I'd let go of all you did for an hour of your company.
What's sadder than the tears that flew by,
That I'd deny I ever cried, for you to be with me.
And it's taking everything in me to not call,
It's almost the struggle of my life,
To stand up for all the times you left me cold,
Or cave in for you to call me mine.
I'd let go of all you did for an hour of your company.
What's sadder than the tears that flew by,
That I'd deny I ever cried, for you to be with me.
And it's taking everything in me to not call,
It's almost the struggle of my life,
To stand up for all the times you left me cold,
Or cave in for you to call me mine.