And now I don't understand it You don't mess with ...

 And what’s ironic to me
The ones that don’t ever leave think that they know

 Every day is a holiday
When you're the reason to celebrate

 Muzyka rockowa dostając się w źle uszy mogła by się stać inspiracja zbrodni

 Say you'll remember me
Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sun set babe

 I don't need nobody but you

 I’m so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough

 I must have called a thousand times to tell you:
"I'm sorry for everything that I've done"

 Everytime that you lift me up
To the heaven and stars above

 In the dark
And I’m right on the middle mark

 And you're here in my heart and
My heart will go on and on