If they wouldn't have been jealous
Would you still be mine
Not knowing what a shame it would be
My heart is like an open book
Day by Day a page ripped out
Until no pages are left to rip
You close the book, not touching it
Then one day you wish why did i do it
You could have ignored them and believed me
I guess I just wasn't good enough
Here and now my book is closed
For all who know me will be amazed
Wishing you were still mine
I wonder what we would be today
Tomorrow and week after week
I can only wonder did you really love me?
