Turn myself around.
If you ever come around again, I'll have to turn myself around. My heart still beats for you, but my heart will break, because I'm not yours. I looked up at the sky at night and cry to myself. Wondering what I did wrong, for you not to like me anymore. If I could, I would of kept my feeling's to myself. If I knew you would run, I wouldn't of done it. Now it's to late, to late, you ran away from me.