I couldn't resist her charm and grace. But alas, my pride got in the way, Leaving me feeling so guilty.
I've been dwelling on this mistake ever since, Night after night, replaying our past. About that girl, the one who slipped through my fingers, It's my fault, I say, with every passing day.
Yet still, I keep denying my feelings, This can't be the way things were meant to be. I need to find a way to bring us back together, To make amends, before it's too late.
My heart aches every single day, As if I'm living in regret. So please, if you feel the same, Speak up, tell your love how you truly feel.
Can't let him slip by, oh no, He deserves a chance, don't you know? You're not going to end up sorry, You'll never have regrets when he's gone.
The way I feel every day, Like I'm trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain. Please, let him stay, oh no, Let him come back, don't you see?
You don't want to end up sorry, You won't regret the time you spent together. The way I feel every day, Like I'm stuck in a world without hope.
(Don't you know?) (You don't know?)
No, no, no, no! Don't be like me, There's no home for the broken heart, No place for the broken soul, No place for those who feel alone.
No, no, no, no! Don't be like me, There's no home for the broken heart, No place for the broken soul, No home for those who feel alone.
That girl, The one who slipped away, We used to hold hands, Until one day, they were just a dream.
Oh, that girl, She's always in my mind, I miss her smile, The warmth that she brought to my life.
But now, it's too late, The damage has been done, And I'm left wondering what could've been, If only I'd held onto that hope.
That girl, She's the reason why I'm here today, A reminder of the love we shared, Of the time we had, And the memories we made together.
That girl, She's always in my thoughts, A constant reminder of what I lost, Of the pain I felt, And the joy we shared.
So if you're reading this now, And you know the words I wrote down, Then perhaps you'll understand, How much that girl means to me.