Mad

Baby I'm not mad
I'm not even sure I'm hurt
Somewhere along the path
These past few weeks I've come to terms...
It's that you don't really love me
And in this kind of story
There's an upper hand and someone else that finds out loving hurts.
Mmm
Baby it's not sad
It's just that sometimes falling hurts
But somewhere there's a hand
That holds all of our past and makes it work
What if I'm not really running?
and somehow we're just humming
Something that in time
We'll look back and find
We've always heard.
oh
Baby It's not bad
I don't even think I'm scared
'Cuz I know that inside,
Even if we hide,
There's something there...
Cuz' it feels like a movie
but maybe we're just moving...
And someday we'll just find
that what you leave behind
is always here