There she goes again, with her stupid reasons, she always makes new excuses, saying it's just the way she is. She can kiss hundreds of boys in bars, trying to stop her feelings as she shoots another shot.

Ah, you told her so, as she woke up next to her husband in the middle of the night, with her head in her hands, she's nothing more than his wife.

She was thinking about you, all of those years ago, she's standing face to face with the paining fact.

"Hey..." she texted with her phone.