Not one minute or even second of any day ever goes by
where I don't think of you and how everything was all a lie.
Somewhere in each day I think of the way that it could be.
The way I want it, but it never will, again be you and me.
I sit there and try to make myself believe that all your lies are true.
But each time I should know better; from the start I should've knew.
There are many things that I would like to say, but that won't change reality.
Even when I close my eyes, you're the only thing I see.
I don't know why I try so hard; I'll never get anywhere.
I'd give you my all, and you give me your lies; I don't think that's fair.
I don't know why I care for you; you'll never feel the same.
I don't know why I try to make you understand; to you it's nothing but a game.
I wish that for once you'd just say how you really feel.
I'd rather know the truth than keep trying to believe all your lies are real.
Even though it's what I want, it's never going to be true.
I'll admit - your lies make me happy, but the truth; I wish I never knew.
