Maybe we could've been friendsIf I met you in another lifeMaybe then we could pretendThere's no gravity in the words we writeMaybe you didn't mean itMaybe blonde was the only rhymeThe only rhymeWant my heart to be breaking, breaking, noI'm happy and you hate it, hate it, ohAnd I'm not asking you to let it goBut you been telling your sideSo I'll be telling mine, ohYou can tryTo get under my, under my, under my skinWhile he's on mineYeah, all on my, all on my, all on my skinI wish you knew that even youCan't get under my skinIf I don't let you inYou're telling it how you see itLike truth is whatever you decideSome people will believe itAnd some will read in between the linesYou're putting me in the spotlightBut I've been under it all my life,…