when you when you told me that you that you were unhappy i asked you to say it in french cause i thought that whatever you had to say would sound much better that way or at least a little bit more romantic romantic romantic oh my god was i wrong they were right when they said love was cruel yeah they were right and they must have known you why the hell was i such a fool out of sheer fear that i'd throw a fit we stood in the living room dimly lit i knew you were afraid to say it i could tell that you wanted to leave you clasped the doorknob with trembling knees as you turned your back on me deer in the headlights could not describe the way that i felt that night broken hearted and frozen with fright like the time you ignored me in a laundromat i think that this is something like that except if you ask i won't take you back when you look at me you see lonely when i look at you i don't know what i see