You say you love.
Then you're not sure.
You say.
Yoou admire me.
Then you states, you're not sure.
You given me conflicting stories.

I say I love.
Which I do believe.
I say you're beautiful.
Which I can plainly see.
Then, I take those words back.
To teach you a thing or two.

Then you repeat words I said about giving me
conflicting stories.

It's like a reporter editing out the important comments.
To twist words around.
And then deny it.

They giving us conflicting stores.
Except my words are true concerning you.