Nothing is like it was before.
For each day a want you more.
Somtimes I wonder if love is worth fighting for.
But then I remember your face, and I´m ready for war.
We live and we learn.
I will dream of you.
But this feeling, it burn.
Like it always do.
And the way you act is really confusing me.
Why can't you just tell me how you feel?
You make me feel so free.
This thing between us, is it real?
All I hope for, is that you feel the same.
And maybe someday, we´ll have the same lastname!