I tell you that it's over.
I say I don't love you.
I say that I don't think about
All the things we've been through.

But sometimes late at night
I lie awake in my bed.
I'm not in a deep sleep.
I'm thinking of you instead.

I know we'll never work it out.
We're just not meant to be.
Now that you're convinced it's over,
Could you please convince me?