Cinnamon

Once upon a time, not long ago, I met this girl
It wasn't the right time, but she looked like a friend of mine
Delighted by her look and her hair of cinnamon
Oh, I didn't understand how she could be alone

I can see a movie replaying in my mind
I remember the colors and everything we talked about
I didn't ask her number, I just let it flow
I was sure that one day I would show up in her town

And how she reappeared I still don't know
Texting me right after we just met
So I asked her out, or did it she? I'm not so sure
And this was the beginning of our end

And when I remember that we walked side by side
Was it a superstition? Did we live in a lie?
Then I realized that my intuition was right
You don't explain, you don't even try, yeah

Just two weeks later you showed up with someone else
Then you threw him away asking me to come back
As much as I know that I might regret it again
We insist on denying who you are, and who I am

And now you say that I did the same
I'm sorry if I was rude, but I won't talk to you anymore
I can see a movie and I know all the lines
I feel guilty while you force the cry
(When you forge your crime)

And again I take the blame and let you go