I like it    I don't like it

Maybe I've convinced myself I've really been in love,'
And I've been wrong all along.'
For all I know the feeling'and the picture that I've tried'
So hard to find isn't mine.''

Could be it's all just a waiting game.'
I want to share my everything,''

And on my own'
It's hard to tell my heart it'll be all right,'
This love it holds
will one day find a home.'
As hard as love can be,'it's harder still, it seems,
To be a Lover All Alone, without love.''

Picking up the pieces makes me wonder if
I only build it all to watch it fall.'
The faster it can go away, it means the less of me'
Is gone to stay. I'm OK,''

But lonesome tomorrow comes anyway.'
I'm alone for another day, another day,''

And on my own'
It's hard to tell my heart it'll be all right,'
That this love it holds will one day find a home.'
As hard as love can be,'
It's harder still, it seems,'
To be a Lover All Alone without love.

And on my own'
It's hard to tell my heart it will be all right,'
That this love it holds
will one day find a home.'
As hard as love can be,'
It's harder still, it seems,'
To be a Lover All Alone, without love,''
A lover all alone, without love.

Maybe I've convinced myself' I've really been in love,'
But I've been wrong all along.