Isn’t it interesting how I fall in love so easily with anyone who won’t love me back. Caught up in a replay of a childhood memory, wanting most what I can’t have. And every hour of every day I’m building a masterpiece story of who I am. Then chipping at the walls I’ve made, planning my great escape, while holding the key in my hand
It isn’t you, you’re just doing what you do, and I’m doing the best I can, I’m doing the best that I can. I’m doing the best I can, I’m doing the best that I can
It’s written in the stars, it’s written in our blood, it’s written all over my face. We come here to live and we come here to love, we come here and we go away. And oh how I believed that you were meant for me and you’d lose your fight with fate. But maybe I’m choosing each winning and losing, the victories and all my mistakes
It isn’t you, you’re just doing what you do. And I’m doing the best I can, I’m doing the best that I can. I’m doing the best I can, I’m doing the best that I can
