You miss me, you said that and now you wanna take it back. Because after you found out I could never feel the same way about you, you wish you haven't spoken too soon. I can say anything I don't mean, that excluded.

Now you see my flaws and thought perhaps with just a little effort you could change me to become the perfect person you had me in mind. So you try to search for my softer side but I'm only getting harder, try to make me mellow but I'm only becoming more ruthless. By the time you give up, your frustrations have already turned into anger.

I say it's not my fault that I can never be attracted to you, you lie unconvincingly saying you can't either. I say it's because there's more to it; deep inside you really wanted me. You tell me to dream on, I say I just ended yours.