It can't be me,
I didn't notice this.
All I wanted was a little bit of love;
my second, third, fourth kiss.
He used me,
to show off to his friends,
to abuse me.
He promised me I was safe with him. He said I was safe with him....
Only in his arms,
I fell in love;
love from the start.
He only tore me apart.
And he did it,
and now he's proud of himself;
of what he had accomplished,
of what he has started.
He left me at home.
Frozen, cold, and alone.
I thought he actually cared,
I thought he'd fight away my fears when I was scared.
Only in his arms,
I feel in love;
love from the start.
He only tore me apart.
I guess I didn't really love him after all,
he was the one;
that made me fall.
He was the one who actually lost it all.
He was the one....


