Love lays a mystery in my mind,
I think about it all the time,
it seems to be what I want,
yet all it does is taunt and taunt.
I can't seem to figure out,
what this love is all about,
my friends say forget it, but what do they know,
but my best friend supports me, telling me to go go go.
I don't know who to listen to,
maybe not to you,
but should my friends run my life,
all because you held the knife?
They say you don't need a second chance,
that you not worth it,
and when they told me I agreed,
but now, I hate this bit.
It gets on my nervous,
your just so perfect since last time,
you treat me better,
I hate that line.
I think your playing me,
I don't think you see,
you can't do this again,
cause you know who's gonna stop this, my friends.
They won't let you hurt me over and over,
they don't want another time like the last,
they don't want me to be sad,
they want me to have a blast.
Should I listen to them?
Listen to my friends?
Or listen to you?
Because you said you loved me too.
I can't handle the pressure,
and I can't handle the lies,
can't handle all the whispering,
can't handle not being able to cry.
The Wells dried up,
and not another tear drips down,
only you can give my smile back,
and take away this frown.
