Baby, you're telling me that you're living a perfect life? And that nothing could go wrong. You live in a paradise that you never experienced when you were in my arms. But I know you're crying in your bed at home, wishing you were still in my arms. Dreaming of nights at the bar, taking shots, and dancing till we could no more. Guess you and I were never meant to be. Our love story never written down. Truth is, you and I weren't ever happy when we started cause we're doing what the people said. You're tired of following the rules ready to run our own groove. Time is running out. We gotta play the cards just right.