I think of her everyday, though she is not mine.
I can't get her out of my head, for that I am glad.
Though she has broken me twice, there is still love.
Since she is not mine, I am sad.

We talk for hours, I never grow tired of her sweet voice.
Just the sound of her voice, can brighten my day.
I close my eyes, I see us hand in hand.
If that could ever be, it'd be the best day.

I've heard her tears, I've heard of threats.
I'd make her happy, so her pain and sorrow would end.
When she cries, I feel sad. When she threatens, I worry.
When she is happy, only then can my heart mend.

I don't care what others say, I don't care at all.
She will always have my love, even if I don't have hers.
She is always in my thoughts, everyday.
The thought to leave her is not mine, it is all of yours.

I'd die for this girl, I'd give my life for her.
Some look at me funny for that, they ask if I'm sure.
And as somepeople know, I'd kill myself for her.
I mean after all, I still love her.