We... you and... you and me
She... use to be the girl of... of my dreams
Could've been me
It could've been we
We wondered when we'd fall
And all I tried and tried to make it right it was a fantasy
Wondering now, could've been I but yet he loves you now
And now I think at night how does he hold you tight
That's not what I said I'm laying in bed pulling on the threads
The red it's wrapped around my hand
Round my hand
Wrapped around my head
Round my neck
My plan
My