When you hold her, do you think of me?
When you kiss her, do you wish it were me...

It is something in the way you move.
How you seem so graceful yet so unaware...

It sits upon a windowsill
The light hits it...

Kiss me on thousand times
Kill me with a hundred knives...

I still love him with all my heart.
i know i should get over him but its hard...

I felt your sweet embrace
Saw the look upon your face...

Hold the gun to your head.
Take the time while you wish to be dead...

I'm lonely and I'm scared
I wish that he was here...

And all these people are phony, everyone, no one...
and all these people lie, its true. no one tells...

What is love?
What is love...

It is amazing what you do to me.
You have me captivated with every move you make...

There's nothing anyone can do or say
They're not going to change my way...