While I sit here with a lump in my throat, where are you?
What are you doing, home by your lonesome
while I'm here by my lonely.
And don't you wish you could be here?
Didn't you say you would when times got hard?
Don't you wish you could take that back?
Maybe wish I didn't remember,
because then you couldn't remember all the empty promises
you made to me.
Sure I know disappointment.
Yeah, I know what it feels like to be let down.
But I can't believe you were the one to show me
what betrayal felt like.
What it felt like to be given the cold shoulder
when all I needed was the heat of your heart.
Is this what you call tough love?
Is this what you meant?
Because this is what I call heartbreak.
And I didn't expect it from you.
No,
I didn't see it from you.
And I wish I hadn't believed you.
I wish I didn't remember the shallow promises.
Because then I wouldn't remember this feeling
of wishing you had never walked in.
