Now I know we said things, did things that we didn’t mean, and we fall back into the same patterns, same routine. But your temper’s just as bad as mine is, you’re the same as me; when it comes to love you’re just as blinded. Baby, please come back, it wasn’t you, baby it was me. Maybe our relationship isn’t as crazy as it seems? Maybe that’s what happens when a tornado meets a volcano? All I know is I love you too much to walk away though.