Why do you hurt me with your smile?
why do you pain me by being you?
why did you love me for a while?
why did it turned out to be not true?
why does my heart just want to die?
why can't I yank it out of my chest?
why is it never: You and I?
why can't I lay this thing to rest?
Because I refuse, against all reason,
because my heart has it's own mind,
because I want to forgive the treason,
but it's just heartache that I find.