True Love

I look at you, girl and it is just wrong

you looks like a broken heart love song

the pain is eating at your heart

your face always looks like you ate something tart

you sit around and wallow, feeling quite alone

but all you has to do is pick up the phone

he thinks that you hurt him

you know he saw you with Tim

you need to tell him Tim is just a friend

and that you want him back, you want someone on which you can depend

i know if you call if wont be the same, it will be new

becuase his love and your love they're the same, true