Why do you say hello
when you only mean goodbye?
Why do I want you to be the one to dry my tears
when you're the one who made me cry?
How can you say I'm your one and only, but yet you're sleeping with other girls?
Why do i settle for a kiss,
when I know you're giving other girls
diamonds and pearls?
Why do I love you
when I know about the things you do?
Why do I try to believe you
when I know you're saying things that
aren't true?
Why does my heart skip a beat
every time I see your face?
What makes me wanna go that
extra mile and quicken the pace?
Whats dating you make it
worth my while?
Why do I think you're soo sweet
when you're really vile?
Why do I love you
when you're like the rest I've seen?
And if I really love you,
why do I keep wishing that this was a dream?
Is it because I want it to be?
Or is it because it's not?
Am I that desperate that I pick
any jerk off the street?
Or is this the man my heart wanted to meet?
So many questions.
So little time.
So many feelings that maybe aren't mine,
but whatever the answers,
I know this much is true,
fortunately or unfortunately,
I love you.
