• It's a risk I'm willing to take.
    The chances are slim and I'm at stake.
    But it doesn't matter if I have you.
    The last words I wanted to hear
    was were through.
    In any language it takes a toll.
    It's like a dagger sharp or dull.
    Now we're just friends and
    that's just fine even though
    I thought we'd last.
    But I guess it's in the past.
    Holding you in my arms...
    it felt so good and like a charm.
    You looked me in the eyes,
    and I believed you.
    But like I always I'm wrong, and
    like I said it takes a toll.