It doesn't work out how we want it to.
It has never been just me and you.
Forever and always I've lived in a dream.
Of which your soul is all that's seen.
A million reasons for me to leave,
yet none of them I want to believe.
I've searched and searched for what's right,
but somehow I always lose the fight.
A minute 'til 9 and I sit waiting,
while love and hate continue debating.
How long will it be before I can see,
that you're truly not in love with me?
I guess it's hard to understand,
the mentally ill mind of a young man.
Since he's too damn young to fall in love,
It's easy to see he's not the one I'm thinking of.