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.