Wasn't it your promise to love me?
Or is it my fault thinkng no one girl came above me?
You're on my arm,
but he was waiting in the wings.
Watching all your screw-ups.
Waiting til I was through.
Patient til I was fed up.
Wasn't it you who said you need me?
Cause it was your knife that cut me.
You see this bleeding me?
But with the first aid,
he was waiting in the wings.
Watching your mistakes.
Waiting til I was done.
Patient til I got tired of walking and went for a run.
Was it me?
Did I love too hard?
Or was it you?
Is your heart too far?
Am I reading too deep
into what should be a simple thing?
Simple plans and simple dreams?
I don't think we can admit love is really a simple thing.
He showed me that himself.
By waiting in the wings
