All along the things that I had done were for me Seeing signs of all the ways I was not good enough But like the winter a year before, I was so cold
Then I saw you How you loved me for me And I wrote you a song so that you wouldn't leave I was scared for what I couldn't be How could I believe I was that lucky?
All along the things that I had done were for you Missing sings of all the ways that you were too good for me But like the winter a year before, I was so cold