Here with you I feel gentle
hand around my waist
you laugh and tell a million stories
about her
you know as well as I, I hate it
if I could only run away
like the salty swet tears you never bothered to wipe
never do your lips touch mine
but your hands my body hold
this game is a tie
if I'm keeping score
maybe I'm a bias refferee
my troubled heart is kicking
and screaming for love though
my spirit tells it hate
you are the first love
and possibly the last love
I wil let treat me this way
