August 2006
You called me strong, you called me weak But still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times I never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head If not for me then you would
But tonight, the heartache's on me, on me
Let's drink a toast to the fool who couldn't see
Bartender pour the wine, 'cause the hurtin's all mine
Tonight, the heartache's on me
you can't see me now
all those games you play
I can't know you now
I need one more day
cause I want to tell you
don't look away,
So let them talk about us
Let them call us funny things
People sometimes do
I don't care as long
As you know I love you
Oh, and you know I do
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