I just cant help my thoughts from roaming to you.
They just keep going back, what can I do?
I think I've actually fallen for you,
I thought the last time I was through.

Every single time I think I'm done
I realise that you are the one.
Even when I try so hard to lose
I keep on going back to you.

I try so hard to keep myself from going to the past
but everytime I try to, it never even lasts.
I put you before my goals and my dreams
because I liked you so much, or so it seems.

I go on and off, because I know you don't feel the same
even when I tried to get you, your heart just didn't want my name.
How long have I deprived myself of another man just for you?
How long have I stayed single to see if you feel the way I do?

How many prayers have been cried?
How many times did these feelings I deny?
How many times did I give in to what I felt?
How many times did you make me just melt?

Why can't you see the torture you put me through
just because you want me to love you?
How can you not see the tears you made me cry?
How can you not see I feel so much sometimes I want to die?

My heart doesn't feel like it will break;
it doesn't feel like this is too much to take.
It only feels like it has too many tears to cry
and that it might just shrivel up and die.

You can't toy with my emotions, I hope you see
because that is a very sensitive part of me.
I love you in my heart and in my mind
but sometimes your attitude makes me want to deny.

Sometimes I just want to sit next to you and be by your side.
Other times it seems as if we just totally collide.
But either way I still am in love, it's just a fact
and sometimes I just don't care what you think about that.

Inside I am burning, outside I am floating.
My arms and legs feel like an air coating;
my head a pillow and my stomach a butterfly nest.
Which makes you all the more better than the rest.

When I take a breath in, I feel like I'm swallowing air
and my brain takes a skip and forgets all my cares.
My heart starts to twirl with a jump and leap
and the air I swallowed floats to my feet.

My fingers feel like they have a mind of their own
and the ends of my lips just seem to have flown.
Always dreaming about some type of romance
that you would do for me. What's the chance?