I feel that it's wrong to want you. But I can't help it.

I can't help it if I care about what you do.
I can't help it if I drop by your profile every single time I log in to MySpace.
I can't help it if I still think of you.
I can't help it if I think about the past.

I can't help to think that you're everything I ever want. I mean that. But since..
we're worlds apart and the fact that you and I have different lives, it kind of seems impossible now.

Or maybe I mean that, you have everything I want. Everything I ever wanted.

And I can't help but wish that you still feel the same.