Please don't toy with this one
I don't think you see
What seems to clear to me

My truth makes him cry at night
Until the morning light
As he wrestles with what he knows
But I know, know him well enough to know,
He won't be able, he won't be able to let this go
And he is the last one I would ever turn
And yet, ironic, his heart is the one that burns

Please don't toy with this one,
I don't think you see
What seems so clear to me

My love and my heart's desire
Thought I was a diversion
To keep the long cold winters nights warm and close
And he knows, knows me well enough to know,
I won't be able, I won't be able to let him go
And he is the first one, I want to love
And yet, ironic, my heart is the one that yearns

Please don't toy with this one,
I don't think you see
What seems so clear to me

So don't call me your only one
Professing confessions and
I'm not the undying love you think me to be
Because I know, you don't know me well enough
To see I'm able, take love and bring it down from high
And he is the one, the only one, I want
And how ironic, he said he has to go,

Please don't toy with this one,
I don't think you see
What seems so clear to me

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