You called me late one night and said.
What's wrong with just being friends?
I'm so tired of hearing this sour phrase,
That I would do anything to change my ways.

Is this real or am I just another heart to steal?
You're like a dream.
Like a dream, it always seems.
I dream that I'm still chasing her.

Three o'clock late one Saturday night.
We never talk we only fight.
You scream at me, you just don't understand.
But how can I when you're holding his hand...

Is this real or am I just another heart to steal?
You're like a dream.
Like a dream, it always seems.
I dream that I'm still chasing her.