Chance
Charles Stout, Nayara Stout
I never thought that it would start like this
A bouquet of flowers and a nervous tick
I never knew that I could feel this way
To think pretty colors would make me stay
I
I won't call this true love
I won't have it
This heart stained habit
I don't think it's enough
I won't give it up
I won't give it a
They told me that it would end like this
An hour conversation, one last kiss
They told me that it might be this way
You don't play with fire then run away
I
I won't call this true love
I won't have it
This heart stained habit
I don't think it's enough
I won't give it up
I won't give it a
I won't call this true love
I won't have it
This heart stained habit
I don't think it's enough
I won't give it up
I won't give it a