If he saw me now, he'd be surprised
I'm thinking it might have all been lies
As having said what I have just said
Is causing me such 'internal sighs'.
No longer sure how I felt about
All of that, now I'm the one without
The knowledge of what is in my head
And I'm sitting here, so full of doubt.
Nobody knows the girl I can be
Nobody at all but perhaps he.
And what? He's not wanting to be dead?
I did not know how right you could be.
See, you know me better than I do
And everything you say may be true
Proving to me that so few have fled...
Yes, everything but those words "I love you."