A*Teens. The ABBA Generation. One of Us. Zeneszám

They passed me by all of those great romances
You were I felt robbing me of my rightful chances
My picture clear everything seemed so easy
And so I dealt you the blow

One of us had to go
Now it?s different I want you to know
One of us is crying, one of us is lying

In her lonely bed, staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely, one of us is only

Waiting for a call, sorry for herself
Feeling stupid feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all

I saw myself as a concealed attraction
I felt you kept me away from the heat and the action
Just like a child stubborn and misconceiving
That?s how I started the show, one of us had to go
Now I?ve changed and I want you to know

One of us is crying, one of us is lying
In her lonely bed, staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely, one of us is only

Waiting for a call, sorry for herself
Feeling stupid feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all

Never left at all staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely, one of us is only

Waiting for a call, sorry for herself
Feeling stupid feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all