Why does this feeling changes so much?
Why did I get carried away, in the first place?
If we meant no harm, but it tends to go so bad
What is left to expect? Guess that just the way it goes with
Love, comes and go, there is no choice
When the bow, hits your soul, there is no place left to go
'Cause we're just trapped, with someone else in mind
And you let yourself loose, even when you know that it could be wrong
I'm sorry if I bother too much
But I've never felted this for, anybody else
I waited all week long, just to hear from you
But I may have f*cked it up
Guess that just the way it goes with
Love, comes and go, there is no choice
When the bow, hits your soul, there is no place left to go
'Cause we're just trapped, with someone else in mind
And you let yourself loose, even when you know that it could be wrong