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

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

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

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

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

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

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