How

How can you say you love me when you know you don't?
How can you tell me you'll call when you know you wont?
How can you tell me that you care when I'm all- alone?
How can you tell me to stay when I'm already gone?
How can I sit here, always waiting by the phone?
How can I live my life having to realize we are truly done?
How could I been so stupid to have stayed so long?
How could I try to make it work when it was already wrong?
How can I tell you these things, when I know I actually care?
How can you tell me you'll be here if you never were even there?
How can I deny my feelings when I know they were true?
How could I hide my affection if I was, and still am in love with you?

I'd be delighted if you'd sign my guestbook.