I found the roses that I bought her
She threw them on the street
She doesn't love me
And all the letters that I sent her
She never wrote to say
She's thinking of me
All the words that I could say
All the looks I sent her way
To make her love me
With one look upon her face
She puts me in my place
She's high above me
Oh, it's plain enough to see
She doesn't love me
Oh, but her love is all I need
Oh my dear
I have changed the way I speak to please your ears
I listen only to the words that you revere
And I've renounced the things I love to draw you near
Tell me what else would you change?
What else do you find strange when you think of me?
If you'd give me some more time,
I'll be made to your design so you can love me
Her jokes, all quite awful,
Still I'm certain to laugh to a strain
I dwell in discomfort
But if she looks my way it's worth the pain
She may tell me she prefers a cup of tea that I despise
So I'll choke it down and smile to see approval in her eyes
She may may not like my opinions so in silence they'll reside
But godforbid
If she thinks me just a fool
I've carefully played this game to an endless despair
If she says jump, I'll ask how high
Over mountains, through the sky
To the stars and then beyond so she'd be mine
I've earned a few smiles, I've heard a kind word here and there,
But I must face the morning air,
How pathetic that I've cared
For the romance of a stranger's
