All along the things that I had done were for me
Seeing signs of all the ways I was not good enough
But like the winter a year before, I was so cold

Then I saw you
How you loved me for me
And I wrote you a song so that you wouldn't leave
I was scared for what I couldn't be
How could I believe I was that lucky?

All along the things that I had done were for you
Missing sings of all the ways that you were too good for me
But like the winter a year before, I was so cold