Why is it at night I Can't
Stop thinking about you?
Why are you in my dreams?
Are you really the one?
The one I can trust with my
Life? Are you the one who
Listens to why I cry, the one
Who is not afraid to hear
The answer? Would you sit
And cry with me? When my
Hair is a mess, my clothes
Are torn, and my mascara
Is bleeding will you still tell
Me I am beautiful? How much
Would you go through just to
Be with me?
