I wish he would look at me the way he looks at her. That's all I want.
I would be faithful and happy and true and it would be beautiful.
And somewhere inside of me I know that's not going to happen.
And I don't know how to get over it now that I've put everything out there. Before I told him how I felt it was easy to go on pretending that it didn't exist, but now I know, and I've told other people and it makes it so real that it hurts.
I don't know if I can keep playing the best friend card. I'm tired of the best friend card. Unfortunately, that's all I end up being in the end. Maybe I should be grateful for the fact that I have such wonderful friends, but it's so hard not to wish for more. I can't just disregard my feelings this time.
baby, i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
you know, i used to live alone before i knew ya
and i've seen the flag on the marble arch
and love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
well, there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me, do ya?
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
and it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah