Description
Producer: Mike Sailor
Composer: Mike Sailor
Lyricist: Mike Sailor
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oh, oh.
Yeah.
Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh.
All I wanted was to hold you hostage. For you to tie me up and never let me leave.
If we're honest, it took the longest time for you to even notice I was here.
You said you'd take me places, then you kept me waiting.
How the hell could I be so wrong?
And now I'm feeling jaded. I thought I was your favorite.
I believed in you for so long. Well, maybe this time you'll hurt like I do.
You won't get no sympathy 'cause I got none from you. Couldn't make up your mind. Well, mine's not confused.
Nothing left in me that wants to leave a space for you.
So maybe this time, maybe this time, maybe this time, maybe this time, maybe this time you'll feel like
I do. I don't want this, you make me nauseous.
Can't believe it gave me butterflies to look at you.
You think I'm bleeding, you must be dreaming.
You slept on me while she slept under you.
Makes me laugh, 'cause we want the things we can't have.
You four clips and a fall back. You always been the same. Well, maybe this time you'll hurt like I do.
You won't get no sympathy 'cause I got none from you. Couldn't make up your mind.
Well, mine's not confused. Nothing left in me that wants to leave a space for you.
So maybe this time, maybe this time, maybe this time, maybe this time, maybe this time you'll feel like
I do.
Don't call my name, 'cause I'm not yours.
It's not the same as it was before. Don't fantasize when you picture me when you close your eyes and
I'm in your dreams. Don't matter to her, don't matter to me.
You think hell, I don't. Maybe this time you'll hurt like I do.
You won't get no sympathy 'cause I got none from you. Couldn't make up your mind.
Well, mine's not confused. Nothing left in me that wants to leave a space for you.
So maybe this time, maybe this time, maybe this time, maybe this time, maybe this time you'll feel like I do.
Oh, maybe this time you'll hurt like I do.
You won't get no sympathy 'cause I've got none for you. Couldn't make up your mind.
Well, mine's not confused. Nothing left in me that wants to leave a space for you.
So maybe this time, maybe this time, maybe this time, maybe this time, maybe this time you'll feel like I do.