You drove me home about an hour ago. I said that I was sorry, 'cause sorry's all I've ever known. If I had known this is how it would end, I never would've gone back again.
Tell me more about his face. (Tell me more, tell me more)
Tell me everything you've been keeping from me.
Does he love you like I do? (Wait, dude, I think you mean "did")
Tell me why he makes you happy.
Why does it feel like these things only happen to me?
Why should I care?
Remember everything we did? no? Just forget it.
Remember telling me you love me? (Well what happened to that now?)
I gave so much for you and got nothing in return.
Could I at least have my records back?
Tell me everything.
Why can't you be open and honest? 'Cause I gave up more than I should say. I don't think this is fair to me, but I don't think you care anyway.