Why do you do the things you do,

with your laughable smile that makes me laugh too?

Why do you do the things you do,

with your kissable freckles that make me love you?

Why do you do the things you do,

with your giving heart that made me new?

Why do you do the things you do,

with your charming initination that will make me do what ever you want me to?

Why do you do the things you do,

with your silent treatment that makes me forget who

I am and who I was before I ever met you?

 

I was confident and now I'm incompitent.

I was delightful and now I'm frightful,

that I will never be able to recover from who you made me to be when I am with you.

I trusted you.

I confided in you.

I loved you so much that I grew onto you.

 

So tell me,

why do you do the things you do,

that made me unable to live ot breathe without you?