Tekster: Bottom Line. Whole Hearted.

What could I say? It was the day
When I first met with you in eleventh grade.
Then I thought I knew,
I wasn't good enough for you.

I still need you,
What can I do to get you in my arms,
Am I doing something wrong?

But now I see it's not just me
That makes you and I not a reality.
What do you see in him?
This is a game that I can't win.

You told me to act my age, I only did it cuz I was afraid,
Of losing yet another friend, I guess you knew I'd never comprehend