second chance, third chance

here I am, again, wondering for any chances. second chance, or maybe third chance.
sometimes I think that maybe I'm deserved to get that chance. but sometimes I realize that those thing is just so silly. but still, will I get my chance?

sometimes, even if we have ever given any chances to someone, either it is second, or third chance, we usually hope that the other people will do the same way. but the fact is, it won't work that way. sometimes what we want, what we need, those chance, seems too far and impossible to find. and this is what I feel now.

i've ever given a second chance for someone, because I thought that person was worth it enough to get my chance. but the fact was... not. yeah, forget it. i just want to emphasize that sometimes everything that we gave to people, we can't get ita back from that people, or maybe from the other people.

actually I don't know how to make it right, how to explain it right, but this song reflects everything in me.

I'm so glad, you made time to see me
How's life? Tell me 'bout your family
I haven't seen them in a while


you've been good, busier than ever
we small talk, work, and the weather
your guard is up, and I know why


because 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'd go back to December all the time


it turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
wishing 'dI realize what I had when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and make it alright
I go back to December all the time


these days, I haven't been sleeping
staying up, playing back myself leaving
when your birthday passed, and I didn't call


then I think about summer, all the beautiful times
I watched you laughing from the passenger side
and realized I love you in the fall


and then the cold came
the dark days when fear crept into my mind
you gave me all your love
and all I gave you was goodbye

so this is me swallowing my pride
standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night
and I'd go back to December all the time

it turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I go back to December turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time


I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile
so good to me, so right
and how you held me in your arms that September night,
the first time you ever saw me cry


maybe this is wishful thinking
probably mindless dreaming
but if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right


I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't
so if the chain is in your door, I understand


this is me swallowing my pride
standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night
and I'd go back to December all the time


it turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
wishing I'd realize what I had when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and make it alright
I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time....

Taylor Swift - Back to December