just happens.

every time, all the time i feel like i'm flying highb
something just holds me back, inside of me i die
every time i try and fall in love
just every time i do, i always end up to have to prove.

every time i think about you
and every time i think i do
i always come up with thoughts of things i never did
and i wonder if ever i am one of those you want to get rid.

and when you look at me with those eyes with tears
i see no trace of fear
i'm tired of make believe and pretends
your no lover, no longer my friend.

you lied and lied and tried to turn my head around
and yet i cant ask myself why i have to take you back every time
if this is what it means to love someone, then i dont know if love is fun at all
everything i thought about us, just went pass through us

when i gave you my heart, i gave you my trust
it was'nt always this way
love did'nt have to mean that we would always go on a bump
it's the time when every little thing mattered.