If we don`t belong,
then why does my heart tell me we do.
Then why does your hand fit mine,
if you`re not the one,
then why do I cry
all these tears...
When you`re out there,
I`ll just smile
through all my tears,
to hide the fear,
fear of being hated...
Though I can`t be with you,
my heart will always be.
if we don`t belong...
Then why does my heart tell me we do...