I ran into a friend of yours the other day,
And I asked her how you'd bin.
She said 'My girl is fine just bought a house, got a job, real good man.'
I told her I was glad for you, thats wonderful,
But does she ever ask 'bout me?
'She says she's happy with her life right now, let her go, let her be.'
And I told myself I would but something in my heart just would not let you go.
I just wanna know...
What if we were wrong about each other?
What if you were really made for me?
What if we were supposed to be together?
Would that not mean anything?
What if that was supposed to be my house that you go home to everyday?
How can you be sure that things are better?
If you can't be sure your heart ain't still here with me,
Still wanting me.
Your friend asked me if there was someone special in my life that I was seein',
I told her there was no one in particular,
There's just I, myself and me.
I told her that I dream of you quite often,
She just cut her eyes at me,
She said you got a home, you're very happy,
So just stop your medling!
I told her that I wont,
I said things are cool, but I guess I was wrong.
I still can't move on.
Now that could be my car,
That could be my house,
That could be my baby boy that you're nursing.
That could be the trash which I always take out,
That could be the chair I love to chill in.
That could be my food on the table at the end of the day.
Hugs and the kisses, all the love we make.
What the hell do you expect me to say?
What if it's really supposed to be this way?
What if you're really supposed to be with me?
CHORUS X3 TO END.