This girl is a complete mystery.
But now all we are is history.
Each time I think I've figured her out,
She will turn me aside when I reach out.
Ive played the fool too many times,
Endlessly spouting love-filled rhymes.
But what I never realized
Is the girl that I idealized
Was indeed too good to be true.
I cant seem to get through to you.
And now I have found out that all alond,
I was listening to the same old song.
And now is when I need honesty;
Do you still believe in you and me?