it was the day we went out and we started caring,
we laughed and we shouted and people got staring.
we were meant for each other and you threw it away,
you want me back so what do i say?

Do i take you?hold you?
care and provide for you?
you tell me to grow up and thats not good,
WHAT THE FUCK WAS I MEANT to do?

seven months have passed so fast,
me and you had winding paths,
these have been confusing times.
you loved making everything a game,
mainly that you would make me take the blame.

Do i take you?hold you?
care and provide for you?
you tell me to grow up and thats not good,
WHAT THE FUCK WAS I MEANT to do?


Now as we draw what we had  to an end,
let's not get twisted at the final bend.
I would like to end this with one final kiss,
a kiss i hope you will realise what is wrong in this persons life and soul.

Do i take you?hold you?
care and provide for you?
you tell me to grow up and thats not good,
WHAT THE FUCK WAS I MEANT to do?

Do i take you?hold you?
care and provide for you?
you tell me to grow up and thats not good,
WHAT THE FUCK WAS I MEANT to do?