He looks at me, with his chocolate brown eyes,
His mouth is rambling off, a bunch of lies,
I don't believe, a word he said,
He can't be worth, the tears I shed.
"You're pretty, you're special, you're different then the rest!"
If he doesn't stop these lies, he'll make me depressed.
Because I know deep down - though he'll never admit,
All the things he says - he doesn't mean it.
Sure I love him, and I'd give him a chance,
But I don't want my heart to be broken - for the sake of romance.
I just wish he'd tell me the truth and stop this whole show,
But I guess there are some things, I just don't want to know.
He looks me in the eyes and says "I love you.",
I want to believe him... but I know it's not true.