August 4th, we were chillin' at the house
I said I was done, and told you to get out
I didn't mean a word I said

Cuz I was hopin' you would come back
I tried and tried, and I cried and cried up late at night
And I hurt!

I tried to fight, and I cried to God:
?Please let it just work!?
I was going crazy with you, you had me so confused

I walked away, you walked away and we should have stayed?

You know, the last time we spoke, gotta say, it felt like good ol' times

Through all the bull, I was still happy o hear from you
You said all the right things,
But the one thing you couldn't seem to understand was that,

All you had to do was say ?I'm sorry!?