I wonder, what has drawn you to me,
Is it my looks? Or the way I talk?
Is it my smile? Or the way I laugh?
Or is it because I'm way too giving that I can be taken advantage of?
Or is it because of this naive nature of mine?
That refuses to believe that people can be so cold, so cruel,
That love is a feeling that's so sacred that it stays,
That everything happens for a reason,
And that we could never be apart,

I really thought about it hard when you,
Would call me an angel or call...