My head is filled with distant thunder,
For I no longer sleep,
I just lay there and wonder.
My head is filled with facts like...
For I can not relive my days.
Don't know why I love you,
Cos I seem to forget to know
How much I love you
But it's more than a little bit.
But I can't make you happy,
And you can't make me care.
So let's go to our seperate rooms,
And leave each other there.
Reflecting on the times we bicker,
The words come from our mouthes were bitter
Emotions fell from in the air
Inseperable but well beyond repair
Don't know why I love you,
Cos i seem to forget to know
How much I love you
But it's more than a little bit.
But I can't make you happy,
And you can't make me care.
So let's go to our seperate rooms,
And leave each other there.
Don't know why...
I can never make you happy
Don't know why...
You can never make me care (repeat)
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