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missing the old days with you |
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| Sometimes I sit at home and wonder how it'd be if he had loved me
Truly loved me, yes
I learned a while ago, that kind of thing, it never happens for me
And so I go around and just pretend
Love is not for me
I play the circus clown around my friends
Make them laugh and they won't see
That you never let 'em see you sweat
Don't want them to think the pain runs deep
Lord know its killing me
So I put on my makeup
Put a smile on my face
And if anyone asks me
Everything is ok
I'm laughing cause no one
Knows the joke is on me
Cause I'm dying inside with my pride and a smile on my face
On my face
Singing la la la (la la, la la)
la la, ( la la, la la, la la)
la la (la la)
Ooooh (la la la laahh)
Laaaa
Sometimes I sit at home by the phone hoping he might call me (call me)
But he don't call me (call me, call me, call me)
But then I realize dreams come true
Aren't for girls like me, not like me
And so I go around with my head up
Like it ain't no thing
And when the boys around with all my friends
I'm into other things
Cause you never let them see you sweat
Don't want them to think the pain runs deep
Lord knows its killing me |
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