but also, after you left,
i may or may not have held hands with him
and it may or may not have burned my skin
where he touched me, such a secret,
yes a secret, a secret in the dark
and no, no one saw it
but that doesn't mean it didn't exist.
i think it may have existed more
than i did at the moment

and i don't know how i feel
(i don't know who i am, but i know who i want to be)
do i have to choose between him and you?
why cant we all be more than best friends
why cant we all just love and love and love
and let no one call it crazy

let's take the world in our own hands
and spin it round and not care
where we land, why should we care
we'll be together that's what matters
but why does everyone always have to judge
why does everyone have to say
it's this or it's that
why is perspective so important
when it's so twisted, so different

and i'm so in love
but with too many people
at the same time