I begged to be loved by your very best heart
It didn’t happen so I pushed us apart.
Finally I received everything I’d ever want
But I had then become the one with the cold heart
So I took it for granted and tore it apart.
So now, you see the hopeless romantic in me,
the hopeless romantic in hopeless romantic
Constantly taking what they have for granted
Because they’re always wanting more,
Always over dramatic
Giving all your heart to people and expecting it all back
Not giving oneself their whole heart because they’ve taken that for granted.
So now I’ll tell my grandkids the story about the man that got away
I’ll tell them how to care for a heart the best way
And make sure it doesn’t run away.
But I’ll watch them do the same as me
And let their hopeless heart take the best love away.
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