Tekstovi: Bowling For Soup. Fishing For Woos. What About Us.

I've been sitting feeling sorry for me.
Since a week ago last week.
I guess maybe I should change my clothes and wash the lipstick off my cheek.
I can't explain how all this feels.
I close my eyes and I can still see you laughing, singing, holding my hand, walking away. Fading....

What about me?
What about you?
What about everything we've been through?
What about the memories we boxed up?
And all the days we gave away?
What about the promises and the plans we made?
it just feels like we're giving up.
What about me?
What about you?
What about us?

I never meant for you to compromise or meant to hold you down.
All I ever wanted was to see you smile.
I never meant to watch you drown.
In the arms of someone a lot like a stranger, someone who never who never even knew himself
I guess I come undone like a ....
wondering if, only thinking

What about me?
What about you?
What about everything we've been through?
What about the memories we boxed up?
And all the days we gave away?
What about the promises and the plans we made?
it just feels like we're giving up.
What about me?
What about you?
What about us?

All my life looking just like you, and
Sudenly I believe dreams came true.
Searching for an awnser, feels like I lost I lost my keys in a snow storm on Christmas eve.
What about me?
What about me?

What about me?
What about you?
What about everything we've been through?
What about the memories we boxed up?
And all the days we gave away?
What about the promises and the plans we made?
it just feels like we're giving up.
What about me?
What about you?

What about me?
What about you?
What about everything we've been through?
What about the memories we boxed up?
And all the days we gave away?
What about the promises and the plans we made?
it just feels like we're giving up.
What about me?
What about you?
What about us?