Aún me sigo preguntando de dónde sale todo.

domingo, 17 de marzo de 2013

Supongo que te quería más.



I kept waitin' on a reason,
in a call that never came...
No I never saw it comin',
somethin' in you must have changed. 
All the words unspoken,
promises broken,
I cried for so long...
Wasted too much time,
should have seen the signs;
now I know just what went wrong:

I guess I wanted you more,
and looking back now, I'm sure
I wanted you more.
I guess I wanted you more.

All the nights we spent just talkin'
of the things we wanted out of life...
Makin' plans and dreams together,
I wish I'd seen, I was just too blind.
My heart was open,
exposed and hopin'
for you to lay it on the line...
But in the end it seemed
there was no room for me,
still I tried to change your mind.

I guess I wanted you more,
and looking back now, I'm sure
I wanted you more.
I guess I wanted you more.

I don't need you, 
I don't need you any more.

I guess I wanted you more,
and looking back now, I'm sure
I wanted you more.
I guess I wanted you more.

I don't need you, 
I don't need you any more.

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