Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire or anything related to it. The song "Sexed Up" belongs to Robbie Williams.
"Loose lips sunk ships"
Your kisses are always empty.
"I'm getting to grips with what you said"
You hurt me with the things you say.
"No it's not in my head"
But I know it's not my fault.
"I can't awaken the dead"
Weboth know she's dead.
"Day after day"
I can't replace her anymore.
"Why don't we talk about it"
You always come back, begging for my forgiveness.
"Why do you always doubt that there can be a better way"
But your eyes are hollow. You don't feel for me what you do for her.
"It doesn't make me wanna stay"
I can't continue like this anymore. I love you, though it's not fair.
"Why don't we break up"
I still remember that one night.
"There's nothing left to say"
The same day we found out about her death.
"I got my eyes shut"
I cried, thinking of her young life that came to a sudden end.
"Praying they won't stray"
You came back, completely drunk.
"Oh we're not sexed up"
I held you anyway. You loved her... she was only 17.
"That's what makes the difference today"
But you never felt anything for me.
"I hope you blow away"
I wish I could say the same about you.
"You say we're fatally flawed"
"C'mon... just for a sec," he said.
"When I'm easily bored"
"No, Gordo!" I cried.
"Is that OK?"
He stared at me. I know I just made a mistake.
"Write me off your list"
He doesn't let anybody call him that, but it doesn't matter to me anymore.
"Make this the last kiss"
I approached to him and kissed him.
"I walk away"
"I can't keep pretending to be her. Bye David," I said, before walking away.
"Why don't we talk about it?"
I closed the door and fell to the other side, crying.
"I'm only here don't shout it"
"This is what I needed to do," I whispered to myself.
"Give 'em time, you'll forget"
"I love you..."
"Let's pretend we never met"
I wiped my tears and, slowly, got up.
"Why don't we break up?"
I walked outside, crying and hugging myself.
"There's nothing left to say"
I bumped into Matt. He stared at me.
"I got my eyes shut"
"Did he hurt you?" he asked me. I shook my head, tears streaming down my face.
"Praying they won't stray"
He hugged me firmly. "I'm sorry..." he whispered.
"Oh we're not sexed up"
I shook my head again. "It was my fault"
"That's what makes the difference today"
"He's never going to get over her," I stated.
"I hope you blow away"
He looked at me. His brown eyes looked sad. "I know," he finally replied.
"Screw you"
Inside, 20 years old David Gordon started to rip all his room.
"I didn't like your taste anyway"
He hadn't been himself since the accident, exactly 2 years ago.
"I chose you"
She was driving to surprise him on his birthday.
"That's all go to waste it"
She was going to declare her love. They had found a letter in her car.
"It's Saturday"
She never got a chance to see that black car that ended her life.
"I'll go out and find another you"
He rested her head on his hands and sat on his bed.
"Why don't we?"
Outside, the couple was still standing there.
"Why don't we break up?"
"Did I do right?" she asked. He nodded.
"There's nothing left to say"
"He needed it," he replied.
"I got my eyes shut"
Inside, Gordo was tearing up.
"Praying they won't stray"
'Why can't I just find someone to replace you?'
"Oh we're not sexed up"
'You're one of a kind, I know it'
"That's what makes the difference today"
'Still, no one understands me'
"I hope you blow away"
"I loved you, Lizzie..." he whispered before falling back into his bed.
"I hope you blow away"
"I- It didn't feel right, " she said. Matt nodded and hugged her again.
"I hope you blow away"
20 years old Miranda Sanchez linked arms with her best friend's brother and they walked away.