Toes

I was fucked around when I was chasing you
 I reckon at the time you realised it too, oh, didn't you?
 I never even heard you try apologise
 All you did was deny it to my demise, oh, what a suprise
 So whatcha know about my goals?
 I'm feeling that you don't quite know about me
 I think you're stepping on my toes
 I think you're stepping on my toes
 I always hoped that you would reconsider me but
 You had eyes for those guys that were six foot three
 And had a degree
 And now I know I'm so much better off without you
 You wiped the cloth from my eyes, got me up off the couch
 I started writing about you
 Mm, mm-mm
 So whatcha know about my goals?
 I'm feeling that you don't quite know about me
 I think you're stepping on my toes
 I think you're stepping on my toes
 And if you could only feel just how I feel
 Maybe you would realise
 But the truth is that it hurts you to be real
 What a way to live your life
 So whatcha know about my goals?
 I'm feeling that you don't quite know about me
 I think you're stepping on my toes
 I think you're stepping on my toes
 So whatcha know about my goals?
 I'm feeling that you don't quite know about me
 I think you're stepping on my toes
 I think you're stepping on my toes
 So whatcha know about my goals?