For the first time it has become apoarently clear
That everthing i want in life is everything i fear
Every tear ive cried is cos i was alone
Is a tear cried in vain cos i rather be on my own
But thats not the truth more or less so to speak
Its just the thought of true love makes my knees go weak
To love somebody, hell thats all i ever wanted to do
The problem is them loving me back and always being true
How many wrongs do i have to...