I *thought* you were different
I guess I was (wrong)
Because you [aren't]
You just {pretended} to be

I like you.
Alot.
But I'm afraid to tell you.
I'm afraid you don't feel the same way.

You: I can't explain this feeling. I love you.
Me: If you can't explain it, then how do you know you love me?

Me: Love isn't easy.
You: I don't want easy, I want you.

Don't try playig dumb with me.
I'm better at it.

Someone asked me if I knew [you]
A *million* memories flashed through my head
And {I} said
(Not anymore)...

Ever feel that it's just one second too late to turn back?
Well, that's how I feel about what we had.

She tells herself to wait because Cinderella didn't find her Prince Charming until the end.

Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was choice, but falling in love with you was completely out of my control.

What happens when the guy holding your heart and the guy holding your hand are different guys?