I know I’ve no right to make demands. I acted like a right selfish cow. I thought, though, I wanted to be free again.
But I’ve been sat here for hours, writing my wish list. All I’ve to show for myself is a page filled with your name.
You know how they say you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone? Yeah, that. Should have seen it coming, right? Should have known that my heart didn’t like the decision to leave you. My head has conceded defeat. They both want you back. I want you back.