I use to think i needed you,
needed to hear your voice...

U cut me down,
i cut my arm...

I long to hear your voice,
but when i do i am afraid...

I sit here quarter till midnight,
thinking...

I loved you with all my heart,
but then you proved to me...

Well yes,
you have had birthday kisses before...

I gave you my heart,
and you wernt great full...

I like you a lot,
and wished that you knew...

You know that i am here,
because you talk to me...

I sit here and look at you,
you look too see if i was looking...

Beautiful eyes,
warming smile...

I sometimes wish,
that i was a princess...