Standing in these streets, with my hands at my sides,
I sit on these benches, I let out so many sighs,
I don't believe the world that has come from today,
and I can't believe how you blew me away,

The love came so fast and the love came so strong,
I was thrown down, and you however went along,
you kept me going, and that kept you going as far,
When I wept, then you wept just as hard.

Falling in love is what I have to call it,
even though the word is overused quite a bit,
I don't believe that I'm wrong in this sense,
and I don't believe that we're any different.

Although this happens as often as I like,
I only like it to happen as often as it could.
And then, I'd be happy with every few nights,
But, then I'd avoid more happiness than I should.

Happiness comes in a few simple words,
the words overused, and the words being purged,
Although my words haven't got to you yet,
I want these words to be ones you won't forget.