He loves you so much…
You can feel from the way he looks at you..
From the way he wants to be close to you…
Yet you know, you don’t love him…
What can you do?
When someone loves you so much?
You would start feeling guilty, because you know you can never return his love…
Yet leaving hurts him too…
Life is never fair, but to this extent?
Maybe, it has to be this way…
So those being in love and being loved are portrayed as precious…
The irony of life, we’re fools in it all…
All these years he loved you,
All these year he adored you,
All these years he protected you,
All these years he wanted you, no one else.
The closest of friends isn’t what he wants,
Yet it’s all you can give, it has been, it is, it will be…
He doesn’t want to give up,
When he has himself believing there’s shred of hope…
Deep in your heart,
You know there will be a day,
When you will have to let him go,
Set him free so he can be loved, he deserved it.
Secretly you have wished,
That the one you love has his qualities,
And would care half as much as he,
Yet reality is never so generous…
Yes, loving someone is hard…
You know, he knows…
Why wouldn’t the heart be more obedient?
It would make everything so much easier…
When the day comes where farewell is due,
I do hope that he will walk away boldly,
Without longing, without a backward glance…
It is after all, for the best…
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Elvis Costello - She (Tous Les Visages de L'Amour)
She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell....
She, who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She maybe the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows in the past
That I remember 'till the day I die
She maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I care for through the rough and ready years
Me, I'll take the laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She....She
Oh, she....
