Just tell me...is it wrong?
Is it wrong that I love hugging you?
Wrong that I dream of your kiss?
Is it wrong that I wish to be with you?
Is it wrong that I feel like this?
Is it wrong that you make me so happy, and then I can feel so sad?
Is it my fault that you make me feel this way, is it not right for me to be mad?
Is it wrong that I love everything that you do,
is it wrong that I want you to love me too?
Is it wrong that with you I don't feel afraid?
Is it wrong that my broken soul feels remade?
Is it so wrong that you make me feel wanted and pretty?
Is it wrong that with you I'm clever and witty?
Is it wrong when I want to hold your hand?
Is it wrong that I want you to be my man?
When you held me, I ached.
Now you left--and I break.
How can something that feels so right, be so terribly wrong?
How can I want to be a good friend, but have a need for you that's so strong?
Is that just so wrong?
Is it truly...so wrong?