Could you cry just a little? Pretend that you're feeling a little more pain? Die just a little... And baby I would feel just a little less pain. I want you to hurt. To feel just a little of what I am feeling. It might be easy for you. To forget, to move on. You say you have no self-control around me. You say you like me. You say you're sorry. Yet your words don't mean a damn thing. Instead you leave me here. Stranded. Left to wonder. Left alone. But the truth is... I'd do it again to relive what we had. Man ... that's sad.