What's the worst you could feel and you only need a friend.
But you say, it isn't me.

What's the best time we've had,
it's the best I ever had.
Still you say, it isn't me.

You've got ideas in your head,
of someone you could talk to,
someone that's forever.
And though you've told me twice before,
not to count on nothing.
My foot is in the door.
Watch the time flying by,
I guess you'll stay over again.
But I won't kid myself, it isn't me.

Cuz in the morning,
when you leave,
you won't know I never slept.
Cuz you were dreaming,
no, it isn't me.

You've got ideas in your head,
of someone you could talk to,
and maybe that's forever.

And so you told me twice before,
And yeah, that's right, I'm counting.
Counting on.
My foot is in the door.
Just tell me that you're sure.
Just tell me that you're sure,
that I mean nothing to you.
Tell me that your sure.
Tell me that your sure,
that I mean nothing to you.

Don't you think that it's time you admitted to yourself,
maybe I know you better than you care to know yourself.
Don't you think that it's time you admitted to yourself,
(admitted to yourself)
Whoa.

What's the point for us to talk anymore?
What's the point when there's only something wrong,
maybe this time,
if you're crying,
maybe this time,
someone's lying,
maybe this time,
maybe this time,
it isn't me.