Ignorance? Easy. Loving is hard.
Loving, like really, like, deep from the heart
Often it's easy to say "I don't care"
Viewing the whole thing with hope and despair
Easy to say, but no to accept
You'll never know how much I had wept
Otherwise smiling and wearing a mask
Under it crying... There's nothing I ask
Being with you? But that you can't give
Using excuses, and I just believe
Thinking of reasons for being with you
I really don't know what more can I do
Do you just need to be a good pair?
Or just someone who does not really care?
Not that I'm worried, or somehow foresee
There are just things you don't really see
Knowing - is one thing. Ignoring it - why?
Nothing is, nothing, is worse than self-lie
Oh one more thing, I know you'd know best
What should I do? What do you suggest?
What should I say? Where should I go?
How can I ask you? How can I know?
All this I'd say, if only I knew
The secret that'd tell me - how not to love you
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