Now we are standing in the attic,
gazing face to face.
What you said awhile back was different,
which left my mind caught in a haze.

Last time I was about to confess my feelings,
but you gallantly pushed me away.
I stormed down weeping,
hoping you'd stop me and ask me to stay.

Now we're back at the same position,
but really not quite the same.
You profess that you didn't meant your words,
and so your love you excitedly proclaim.

I have always wanted for you to say this,
now my own heart has been torn to two.
I shakily told you it's too late,
I'm already engaged to someone new.