sometimes i think it cannot be right
how i've loved you with all of my might
staying awake til late in the night
waiting for your "Darling, sleep tight!"
sometimes i think it cannot be true
how much i went through just to love you
wishing you'd kiss me, but you never do
how i still loved you, i haven't a clue
sometimes i think it cannot be real
the tears i swallowed, just ot love you still
though it's difficult to keep out the chill
when you're a blockhead, made of hard solid steel
