Maybe we got lost in translation,
Maybe I asked for too much,
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece,
‘Til you tore it all up，
Running scared, I was there,
I remember it all too well,
And you call me up again,
Just to break me like a promise,
So casually cruel in the name of being honest,
I’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here，
‘Cause I remember it all, all, all，
They say “All’s well that ends well”，
But I’m in a new hell everytime，
You double-cross my mind,
You said if we had been closer in age,
Maybe it would’ve been fine，
And that made me want to die,
The idea you had of me, who was she?
A never-needy, ever-lovely jewel, whose shine reflects on you,
Not weeping in a party bathroom,
Some actress asking me what happened,
You, that’s what happened, you，
You who charmed my dad with self-effacing jokes,
Sipping coffee like you’re on a late night show，
But then he watched me watch the front door all night willing you to come,
And he said it’s supposed to be fun turning 21。