I’d still be me if that phone didn’t ring.

Everytime you crossed my mind, my heart cracked.

I know it’s supposed to be love.

But how is it if I feel obsessed.

I’d kill to have me again.

it’s a pity I feel weary than ever before.

In my mind I’m over it but my heart it’s aching.

If I didn’t know better I’d cry over it.

I’d still be me if I was never taught love.

I know love is life but this one was the death of me.

I still don’t regret giving out a piece of me.

But the cost of my peace it was too much.

I’d still be me if you cared.

Or maybe I should have been a bit careful.

But how is it love if I’m in control.

I’d still be me.