Reckoning Song - Violetta

No more tears, my heart is dry

I don’t laugh and I don’t cry

I don’t think about you all the time

But when I do I wonder why

You have to go out of my door

And leave just like you did before

I know I said that I was sure

But rich men can’t imagine poor

One day baby, we’ll be old

Oh baby, we’ll be old

And think about the stories that we could have told

Little me and little you

Kept doing all the things they do

They never really think it through

Like I can never think you’re true

Here I go again — the blame

The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame

The founding fathers of our plane

That’s stuck in heavy clouds of rain

One day baby, we’ll be old

Oh baby, we’ll be old

And think of all the stories that we could have told