Cause the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind. You gave me roses and I left them there to die.
So this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night, And I go back to november all the time.
Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you, wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I go back to November, turn around and make it all right.
I go back to November all the time.
Iedereen in de lerarenkamer keek naar hen, in stilte wachtend op haar antwoord. Een antwoord dat niet zou komen.
Go back to november here
Soms ben ik het sterkste wijf ter wereld en soms ben ik een kwartelei.