Why do you say "I love you" when we both know you don't really mean it?
Why do I listen to what I don't believe?
Why do you tell me I'm beautiful when I've never been told that before?
Why do I listen to what I don't believe?
How do I know when it's the truth?
How do I know what you really see?
Why do I listen to what I don't believe?
Now, I guess, we'll never know.
