Little do you know, It hurts to see you with her.
Mostly because I know that it was like us last year,
just me and you,
but time slipped away and summer came.
Both of us never took our chance to say what we really felt,
and now seeing you flirt with her, kills me.
Kills me to know that, that could be me right now.
Haah, I still doubt I even cross your mind anymore,
but if I asked you last year maybe the story would've been different.
I'm tired of regretting things, it just hurts me in the end. For now on, if I feel something I'm taking chances.