You say you love another girl
and that's just fine with me.
Just being able to tell you my love
is enough to finally set me free.
For a minute, like an eternity,
I'd wish to spill my cluttered mind.
It probably wouldn't matter, though
but a girl who loves you as much as I,
you'll never, ever find.
Sometimes I think you love me,
& sometimes you could care less.
Sometimes I need you constantly
& sometimes being alone is best.
I say I have another guy,
and that's just fine with you.
Just being in my presence
could make it wrong, or pure & true.
Your vagueness confounds me,
making my life one big guess.
You could think you love me dearly
or you believe being alone is best.
Maybe I will find out soon,
or I will remain in the dark always.
All I know & you should discover,
your vague love is in my heart...
forever.
