 The fact that I actually started to trust you Then you broke my heart, someone bring me a tissue Or maybe my notebook, I'll sharpen my pencil To write you a letter and show you I'm into you Still down forever, even if it's magical Heads on your name on a package I sent to you I open it up and when you get the cheese in I hope you believe in the end that I got you How can I move forward if every relationship I get ain't done and the same if it ain't you