my true false love
i love being loved; i'd love to love too
just as roses are red and violets blue
but deep down you know that part just isn't true
and "i love you" to me's not "i love you" to you
listen, that isn't to say
"i don't care for your thoughts"
"i don't care for your day"
i love you, yet not. not in the right way
and don't get me wrong, i care for you still
but our love's not the same, so what can i do?
i'm surely a conman, poor victim of mine
but a sorry's so hollow, so i sit here and whine
"i love you" i scream, with all of my heart
i think i'm a liar; i know i am not
greed is a sin- this must be divine
is my love to be punished? are my feelings some crime?
i love being loved; i'd love to love too
spoke honeyed words
sweet falsehoods for you
and, i suppose, if i'm honest
i prayed for the day
i'd say "i love you too", but in the right way
