Chasing

You called me late one night and said.What's wrong with just being friends?I'm so tired of hearing this sour phrase,That I would do anything to change my ways.Is this real or am I just another heart to steal?You're like a dream.Like a dream, it always seems.I dream that I'm still chasing her.Three o'clock late one Saturday night.We never talk we only fight.You scream at me, you just don't understand.But how can I when you're holding his hand...Is this real or am I just another heart to steal?You're like a dream.Like a dream, it always seems.I dream that I'm still chasing her.