I thought you loved me.
I thought I knew what love was.
I thought hurt was something that happened,
Not to me, to others.

You want me back.
You want me to forget the hurt.
You want me to forgive the others.
You want me to forgive the tears and fears and pain.

The others, the ones I still love,
And you claim to.
And you exclaim this love,
And it hurts all the more.

Because I can't forgive or forget,
Before you learn that love,
Isn't something yelled from the heavens,
Isn't something that's casual and easy,
Isn't something forgotten about after its done.

It is felt, it is painful and its not gone.

Sometimes I think you hate me,
Deep down inside,
Because I understand and I know,
And you can't stand it.
You're still a little boy,
Who can't forgive his favourite toy
Being satisfied without him.

You claim you love me.
You don't know the meaning of it.
You are a child,
So darling, call me when you're a man,
Or leave me be.