Whoever said that love is easy, must has never been in love; Sometimes its a land mine, one wrong step and it blows up; A word, a look, lights a hidden fuse.
It's hard to see just what you have, when you're seeing red; And it's easy to do something that you know you both will regret; Better stop, think, count to ten before I leave.
One, I still wanna hate you; Two, three, I still wanna leave; Four, searching for that door; Five, then I look into your eyes; Six, take a deep breathe; Seven, take a step back; Eight, nine, I don't know why, we even started this fight; By the time I get to ten, I'm right back in your arms again.
Words thrown so callously like weapons when we fight; But when they cut too deep, I wanna leave it all behind; That I've to count to ten, before I cross that line.
One, I still wanna hate you; Two, three, I still wanna leave; Four, searching for that door; Five, then I look into your eyes; Six, take a deep breathe; Seven, take a step back; Eight, nine, I don't know why, we even started this fight; By the time I get to ten, I'm right back in your arms again.
You can lose what you're not thankful for, I don't want that to happen to you and me, Better count my blessings.
One, you still move me; Two, three, you send chills right through me; Four, you keep me wanted more; Five, when I look into your eye; Six, you're my best friend; Seven, that will never end; Eight, nine, I don't know why, but thank God it happens every-time; By the time I get to ten, By the time I get to ten, I can see how blessed I've been.
