You're telling me that you love me
I'm desperate to believe
but can't you see how scared I am
of being hurt, deceived.

I know that you don't love me,
I'm really not your sort,
so why can't I just face the facts
and push you from my thoughts?

I wish that you could love me,
I know that we'd be fine
I think that things would work out great
if only you were mine.

I'm getting the impression,
that what you say is true .
That maybe you are serious
and you want me with you.