I can tell what you re thinking.
I can usually read your eyes.
This time might be different, so tell me if I m right.
You re a bit unhappy with the decision that you ve made.
I was not first choice, but I can t let you get away.
How often do you find a girl with a mind, philosophies and looks, and the time to care for me.
She, said she s so sorry...please,
I can tell you re hurting just as bad as me that s what your eyes say.
Your smile and your actions,
the fact that you re afraid to be around me;
it gives you away.
Now I m not sure if I m right about this,
but I do have proof and here s my evidence.
Before I say good night my two wrongs will make a right
and I will win upon my bitter sadness.