You ask me why I like you, and it's really something I can't put into words.
Maybe it's because you make me happy most of the time.
Maybe it's because you know how to keep a conversation with me.
Maybe it's because you got me thinking about you before I go to sleep, and after I wake up.
Maybe it's because I can be myself around you. Maybe it's because you bring the best out of me.
Maybe it's because I can spend hours on the phone with you talking about the stupidest things.
Maybe it's because I can never get enough of you.
Maybe it's just because your just being yourself,
and I'm slowly falling for you