I though he loved me for me,
i let him do things to me...

Why, why, why i ask my self that every night...

Love is never being afraid of what is to come,
love is to be safe in someones arms...

AT night i lay in bed wondering if tomorrow..
will he still love me...

I though he loved me for me,
i let him do things to me...

O how i long to hear those 3 words run out of your...
and to feel your soft lips touch my cold skin once...

Your like a sister to me that i never had,
But now u seem like a friend that i don't want...