I wish that all of your flaws bothered me so that I could hate you maybe just a little bit. But they don't, and I don't.

All my little plans and schemes, lost like some forgotten dreams.

Seems like all I really was doing, was waiting for you. 

From this moment on I know exactly where my life will go.

Seems like all I really was doing was waiting for love.

My heart is big, but it beats quiet.

I wish I could hate you, it would hurt less.