She was still a girl at 21 But she had her mind made up That she, could never fall the way she fell for me She used to be my lover But now she's just an old friend A bittersweet self concluded end
The look upon her face When i told her i was leaving in the morning It still haunts me In my dreams Woah
The look upon her face When i told her i was leaving in the morning It still haunts me In my dreams Woah
The look upon her face
She still calls me up, despite the fact She said that she's moved on She's seeing other guys Just to piss me off I know, she knows, the way to make me sweat But openly i'll say That i could care less
The look upon her face When i told her i was leaving in the morning It still haunts me In my dreams Woah
The look upon her face When i told her i was leaving in the morning It still haunts me In my dreams Woah