My friends, my family, all of them
They don't understand
How I cry myself to sleep
Because of one certain man
I don't know if the tears
Are happy or upset
But I know that every single one
Is filled with regret
I put myself on the line
So he would come along.
Not even caring
If what I was doing was wrong
But I know that what I was doing
Was anything but right
Then why is he still the one
That I think about each night?
I don't want to be stupid
And give up what is mine
But a little voice inside of me
Tells me that it will be fine
I know what will happen
Others know it too
So why am I still
Thinking about you?
