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.