If things went my way, we would never fall apart.
If things went my way, you would still hold me tight.
If things went my way, I wouldn’t cry again tonight.
Now, I wonder if those things really went my way.
I know we would make it right.
But it seems so hard to fight.
I just wish it all will be alright.
But I know, it’s just a little too late. A little too hard. A little too much.
Those things would never went my way, since I know we’ve already fallen apart.
Those things would never went my way, since I know you didn’t hold me tight and I still cried tonight.