Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was choice, but falling in love with you was completely out of my control.

She tells herself to wait because Cinderella didn't find her Prince Charming until the end.

Ever feel that it's just one second too late to turn back?
Well, that's how I feel about what we had.

Someone asked me if I knew [you]
A *million* memories flashed through my head
And {I} said
(Not anymore)...

Don't try playig dumb with me.
I'm better at it.

Me: Love isn't easy.
You: I don't want easy, I want you.

You: I can't explain this feeling. I love you.
Me: If you can't explain it, then how do you know you love me?

I like you.
Alot.
But I'm afraid to tell you.
I'm afraid you don't feel the same way.

I *thought* you were different
I guess I was (wrong)
Because you [aren't]
You just {pretended} to be

The [world] will tell *you* who you are
Until *you* tell the [world]