I love the way...

I love the way...

I love the way you think I care,
But baby, it just isn't there!

I love the way you talk as if we were strangers,
But I know you better than you know yourself.

I love the way you act as if you hated me,
But I know some part of you loves me still...more than you'll ever care to know.

I love the way you think you've never wronged me and the way you blame me.
Because you have wronged me and you only blame me because it's easier than admitting you were wrong.

I love the way you pretend that you just don't care,
But I know the lies you tell yourself,
And truth never met you.

I love the way you act as if she fills the hole that I left, and may-be she does...
But you know there's still something missing.

I love the way, after all the deceit, after all the time you've spent pushing me away,
Trying to drown my memory...

I love the way you're jealous when you're the one who said goodbye,
But most of all, I love the way, after all this time and after all we've been through...

I love that you still tell yourself that you don't know how you're feeling; that you don't have a clue.
But baby that just isn't true, facts don't just disappear because you want them to!