Album: Primary Colours
I never meant for you to get hurt,
And how I tried,
Oh how I tried
I could never give you just what you deserved,
Another man, would surely learn
I know these words, they only serve to twist the knife,
But I will try, to make them heard
Maybe it's better now I've gone away,
Maybe it's not,
Oh who can say
And though it's hard, for me to say,
I know you're better off this way
And when I told her I didn't love her anymore,
She cried
And when I told her, her kisses were not like before,
She cried
And when I told her another girl had caught my eye,
She cried
And I kissed her, with a kiss that could only mean goodbye
And though it's hard, for me to say,
Maybe you're better off this way
And though it's hard, for me to say,
I know you're better off this way
Get away,
Get away,
Get away,
Get away,
Get away,
Get away