People thought we were the perfect,
I thought we were too.
They said how we looked good together,
Picture perfect.
But, maybe, possibly,
It won't turn out how we first hoped.
We like different things,
You go out with your friends,
I stay at home,
My faith in God is strong,
You don't think he exists.
Maybe this relationship is wrong,
Maybe we're holding on to something that will never work.
But there's something about you,
That makes my heart pound,
The way you look at me with your brown eyes,
Makes me certain you're the one for me.
We spend hours talking about our dreams, our future together,
And it doesn't seem wrong.
There's just something about you,
That whenever I see you,
Whenever I hear you speak,
I fall in love even more..
