That's what you get
I don't know how I could think I could even keep a girlfriend for more than two months. Did she purposely do it, they have rumored that I cheat. That's a lie, but Ginny Weasley, oh now you have found a cheater. Making out with my dorm mate. Sick.
No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn; to take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt, so much?
We are still going out, but now its time she got a taste of her own medicine. I am not cheating on her, no, but I am doing something worse. Making the guy who she was cheating with, cheat on her. And right in the middle of the common room.
I can't decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why?
All the possibilities...
Well I was wrong
Even though I got her back, the tears, still haven't dried. And the pain is still worse, than what she got.
That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa!
That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa...
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa.
I can't believe I still did that. I always left relationships when they got serious, everyone understood, no hard feelings. I don't know why I thought this would work.
I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try... holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why? All the possibilities. I'm sure you've heard.
I have gotten so used to having you sit next to me at lunch. I still have fun. But there is still a feeling, I don't understand
That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa!
That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa…
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa.
Pain, make your way to me. (to me)
And I'll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me,
Let's start... Start, hey!
I think somewhere I enjoy the pain, the self-pity. I suppose all those years living on my own, or with my parents have come back to haunt me. I don't understand why.
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
Why do I like it? It hurts, your supposed to not like it. I don't but… I do.
That's what you get when you let your heart win!
Whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I can't trust myself with anything but this,
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I let my heart win.