I got friends I hardly know that I wouldn't trade for the world

You took the knife you used to stab me in the back, and stabbed me in the heart.

As much as it breaks my heart,
it's just something I have to do.
My heart just can't take it anymore,
this just has to end!

If this love was ever lost,
my spirit will leave with it.
If our love will ever die,
I would have died with it.

I'm laughing when I shouldn't even smile.
I'm talking when everyone around me is silent.
I'm outside in the middle of a storm,
and someohow you find a way to still love me.

Some may say that you're wrong,
some may say that you're just too young.
Lift your head up high,
prove to them that you're right.
Show them all you got,
and hope it will be enough.

I need a voice of reason,
to make sense of all this mess,
someone to see right thrue me,
past my "innocence".

Our entire relationship is big, friendly fight. But what to do now when we fight for real?