Knowledge and understanding
Are two very different things.
I understand that I love you,
I know you say that you love me.

But you say it with your words,
While I say it with my deeds;
When I see the things you do
It grows seeds of disbelief

They are planted deed inside me
Deep inside my soul,
And while I won't admit it today;
Someday, I will let you go

I know you are not right for me,
I just don't understand why
Eventually I'll learn to leave you,
And for the first time, I'll fly.