Every timeI looked at the girl and said »Would you be mine? »She just shook her headAnd I’m alone againHow pathetic I have beenSometimesIt’s better to choke out the wordsThen realize they don’tMake sense afterwardsBut she will still be out the door and goneWhat’s the point in being happy?I can’t work it outBut I hope that there will be no doubts for you andEvery timeI looked in your eyes and said »Would you be mine? »Did you wish I was dead?I’m leaving you alone butNot picking up the phone’sMakingEverything feel eleven times worseI realize this won’tMake sense at firstBut we will work it out somehowWhat’s the point in being happy?I can’t work it outAll theReason seemed to leave when you said »It’s not working out »But I hope that there will be no doubts for you andWhat’s the point in being happy?I can’t work it outAll theReason seemed to leave when you said »It’s not working out »