They pass a book
All of those great romances
You were a felt loving me
I'm a right for chances
Like me to be
Everything seems so easy
And so I delt you were low
One of us had to go
Nothing's different
I want you to know

One of us is crying
One of us is lying
Feeling only bad
Starring at the ceiling
Wishing she were somewhere's else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself
Feeling stupid
Feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all

I saw myself
As a consealed attraction
I felt you kept me away
From the heat and the action
Just like a child
Stuburn and misconscealing
That's how I started to show
One of us had to go
Now I've changed
And I want you to know

One of us is crying
One of us is lying
Feeling only bad
Starring at the ceiling
Wishing she were somewhere's else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself
Feeling stupid
Feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all

Never left at all
Starring at the ceiling
Wishing she were somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely, one of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself
Feeling stupid, feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all

One of us is crying
One of us is lying
Feeling only bad
Starring at the ceiling
Wishing she were somewhere's else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself
Feeling stupid
Feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all