I do, I do,
is your heart true;
now that you have left me as the fool?
Who am I, who are you?
A heart of anger and you treating me like a stranger;
Convinced it was only me; how can you not see,
that we were suppose to be?
Which is really right, which is really wrong?
I know how to be strong because I have been doing it for so long.
You will not have the best of me yet,
Oh and I will no longer fret;
Over a boy that could not stay wed,
for I know you will have to sleep in that bed.