Hypocrite

The song playing is Making Love Outta Nothing At All by Air Supply.

If love is truly gone,
then why do you persue me so?
You seem to care.
You seem to love.
You seem to doubt what you know inside.
I can see your love
glowing when you look into my eyes.
Why do you hide your emotions so?
What do you have to lose,
but your emptiness inside?
It seems, good sir, that your heart
is already lost.
Why do you deny
this happiness which awaits you?
You are a hypocrite!
You say you are in search of love,
yet here it is
standing right in front of you
in this white gown!
Pure love.
Pure as the clear seas of the tropics.
But, you are turning your back
on the one thing you are looking for.
Thus making you a hypocrite.
I can not sit here
while you play these games.
I will go on with my life,
but you, you will not.
You will not be happy.
You will not love.
You will forever know
that you have passed up
true love.

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