It's something I can't deny. It makes me cry. I ask why.
It hit me like a stone. It makes me moan.
It's something I admit. We're not a perfect fit.
It's starting to sink in. A game I won't win.
It does'nt make me grin.
You don't love me that way.
It's something see, that you did say to me.
I have to understand. You're not going to take me hand,
I love you, but it hurt me when you did say
You don't love me that way.
It's true. You don't love me, the way that I love you.
It really makes me blue.
Sometimes, one and one, does not equal two.