You ran your finger through my hair
And claimed you'd always be there...

You are all that i think of
All that I want...

You think that I am different
That my problems are greater then yours...

I belong to you
I want you to be my boo...

I know that you disagree with what I do
I don't want to hurt or involve you...

You say that I have problems but so do you
We all have at least one or two...

I wish I wish I was a flower
And I contaned power...