Testo A String Of Questions

Do you remember all the times you said,
"I'd rather be alone?"
How can you be lonely
after a thousand hearts came before me?
Where do they end,
and where does mine begin?

Can you imagine how I feel when you say her name?
Why does that surprise you,
given the way you look in her eyes?
Who'd know I was yours?
How can I sit and wait for you to say you love me, too?

Words never tell what time knows too well