With Out This Ring… Songtext
von Farrah Abraham

I hoped one day
I knew what could happen
Just none now

It′s a group fever, count me out
I want it to be right
No desperation, no early thinking, no doubt

It was everything I wanted, including you with it
And the thought that counts
Tell me why I'm 16 and we′re broken up?
Complicated high-school drama
Stick to our guns. We're just young
Is this really what love is like?
Can't be sure. I don′t wanna make mistakes
I still need to make more mistakes


That ring was my first regret
You are my first love, and mistakes sent me to you
I miss that ring!
I miss you
Shoulda, coulda, woulda
I miss that feeling

It′s a group fever, count me out
I want it to be right
No desperation, no early thinking, no doubt

It was everything I wanted, including you with it
And the thought that counts
Tell me why I'm 16 and we′re broken up?
Complicated high-school drama
Stick to our guns. We're just young
Is this really what love is like?
Can′t be sure. I don't wanna make mistakes
I still need to make more mistakes

That ring was my first regret
You are my first love, and mistakes sent me to you
I miss that ring!
I miss you
Shoulda, coulda, woulda
I miss that feeling

Yes, it′s true