I sit here and I wonder why you keep coming back to me.
Is it because we are meant to be?
Sometimes I wonder why you keep coming back.
Is there something I have that the other girls lack.
It's hard to believe that we met 7 years ago.
Where did all that time go?
When first met I was only 17,
And I was so mean,
To you.
Everything I told you wasn't true.
Because if it was we wouldn't be here today.
And this is where I want to stay.
I never meant it when I said I never wanted to speak to again.
Our tethered past I just want to mend.
I never want you to walk out that door,
Like you did in the past before.
I want you to stay here this time.
I want to make you mine.
Sometimes I'm afraid you're going to leave.
This time I'm trying to believe,
The words you say.
I know you're not going to stray.
