I must confess I didn't think you and I would last
  They said you were too young and I, of course, too old 
  But you, for some reason, have touched my heart like no other
  Everything I do, everything I think... you're not far from my mind

  You're my life 
  That will be the downfall of our love
  You will soon complain 
  That I'm all over you, 
  you will soon say, "you're too nice," 
  and then you will soon say, 
  "It's not your fault, it's mine."
  
  You must understand this is the only way I know to love
  I think and always have thought 
  that to please is to love and be loved, 

  But I am wrong
  It's to make unhapy 
  and to make sad... is to love 
  and to abuse and to cause pain
  ... is to be loved?