I Wish You Would Speak Now.
Tell Me Why You’re Not Sorry
after
The Way I Loved You,
Forever and Always.
Everything Has Changed. I’m
Only Me when I’m with You, but in my
Wildest Dreams, I Knew You
were Trouble,
All Too Well.
You Belong with Me, Mine.
The Story of Us takes
me Back to December, when I was
Fifteen and 22.
I had a
Love Story, but
you would Never Grow Up. Now there are
Teardrops on My Guitar, and
I am without Holy Ground,
A Place in This World.
All You Had to Do was Stay;
Stay, Stay, Stay,
That’s How You Get the
Girl, but now This Love is
Mean, Treacherous. We have
Bad Blood. Haunted by
your
Last Kiss, it’s Sad,
Beautiful, Tragic that
We are Never Getting Back
Together.
Innocent, Tied Together
with a Smile
On the Outside, I Should’ve
Said No to one
Cold as You. Change?
I Almost Do, but Enchanted,
Sparks Fly, and I
play Our Song for
The Last Time.
I Heart ? This is The
Best Day,
Better than Revenge.
I am The Lucky One.
Fearless, I ride a
White Horse with
Style under Starlight
and
Stay Beautiful. Long Live this
State of Grace.
I Know Places with
a Picture to Burn and
Blank Space where
I can Shake it Off. Now I
Breathe Red and
Begin Again Clean. I
am
Out of the Woods, Safe and
Sound.
