You said to me "I love you"
I've said it back, but is it true?
Do people love? Do people care?
Love is imagination, love is rare
I don't know wheter I can love or not
I don't know if love exists
I only know I care about you
The way friends will always do
Don't say love, you don't know it
Don't say you do, it doesn't fit
I'm free to be myself, alone
I just want to be here on my own
I want to risk my life and lose a lot
But you is what I want to have
If I lose you I will cry
But not for the love you gave me
I'll cry for the friend you were to me
And that you will always have to be