Everything I’ve ever done
was a part of the ache in me,
and the ache in you.
Everything we ever knew could brake us easily.
So I pretend that I have what it takes
to be a friend to only you. But
I couldn’t bare to become your choice of younger love.
Once I was pretty.
I was pretty to anyone.
Once you admit it,
I am pretty to only you.
I think you owe me some recognition again.
It doesn’t make any sense to me now.
And looking back is even worse but,
I suppose it was a part of my nature.
Everything I’ve ever done was a part of
promising you and keeping it true.
Everything you’ve ever said
is recorded in my heart.
You want to know how it feels now.
I’m just older and it feels right.
Once I was pretty.
I was pretty to anyone.
Once you admit it,
I am pretty to only you.
I think you owe me some recognition again.
I consequently choose to hide it.
You know it’s only our youth we’re chasing.
Is it only our youth we’re chasing.
Cause we just won’t become the ones we were.
Once I was pretty.
I was pretty to anyone.
Once I was pretty.
I was pretty to only you.
Only you.