In the beggining all over I tripped.
I guess it paid off because I think now you're whipped.

Dont worry I'm stuck too.
Everyday, every night, all I think about is you.

It's been two weeks, I don't know what to say.
He'll be home tomorrow, sometime during the day.

Then we'll have to talk, sit down eye to eye.

Once it was a beautiful gem, now it's just an old stone.
Years of mistreatment are responsible for it's change in color and tone.

I'm to strong to ever let him see.