I may not be
the perfect little angel
made of stone and clay


And I may not be
The right one for you
But there's other fish in the sea

So why
So why do you keep coming back to me?

We fight all the time
Is it not clear we weren't meant to be

I really can't lie
It's getting hard to try

But you don't stop
And neither do I

Because in the end
I love you too