Could It Be You?

I'm sick of the assholes;
I'm sick of the lies;
So for now,
I'm giving this one last try.
Trust me, if this ends bad,
I swear to you, I'm done.
Because I know at this age,
No guy will be the one.
Yet, with you it's been different,
It's not the same,
Because the things haunting my mind
Are your face and name.
You're everything I've wanted,
Right down to the height,
And I haven't even asked myself,
"Is this really right?"
You've been there for me,
Everytime I asked,
And whenever I'm with you,
There's no need for my mask.
When I say, 'I love you,"
I'ts honestly true,
And when I think of the one,
Could it possibly be you?