I'd rather you say
that you don't love me
if you're not gonna stay
than make me believe that you do
and then you'd just leave me
without bidding adieu.
PRE-CHORUS:
I am tired being hurt.
This ain't what I deserve.
Enough's enough.
The truth is all I need.
CHORUS:
So tell me.
Is our love worth fighting for?
Or should we deny no more
that us is over?
We're getting older.
Wish we're wise now to know
if we can still be together.
So what do you say?
Are you gonna keep me waiting?
Can we just set this straight?
For once, beat around the bush no more.
If we are not meant
don't mind our hearts getting torn.
PRE-CHORUS.
CHORUS.
If this is our last day, can it be like the first?
Can our parting memory, at least, please be not cursed?
Unless, deep inside, you still hope this could work.
Or have you decided that this is goodbye?
CHORUS.
