One minute every thing's so prefect
the next we're fighting again...

He was a stranger.
He seemed almost a different kind...

You're always there for me,
when I need you the most...

Why do we let one thing,
impact our lives so much...

You tell me you love me,
but is it really true...

Is my main goal to hurt you?
Am I just a bad friend...

My heart is filled with hurt,
It seems that I am the only one...

When I'm being good,
is when you point me out...