I wanna say itnbut I want to say it like thisnIts not good for me if it must just tickle your earsnIt can stay the way it isnIt's just make-believe and fakenNow your probably through your fears nsay I've lost my faithnn(Some day, come what may)nnWhat am I suppose to saynAnd what am I suppose to donAnd how am I suppose to feelnWhen you just sit there and refuse to be realnnWhat am I suppose to saynAnd what am I suppose to donAnd how am I suppose to feelnWhen you won't even let me be real toonnWhy does it matter you for me to tell you the truthnThats how it should be anyway at least thats what you'd saynIt's just too bad about the deal cause you could have meant so muchnBut from that remark again I guess I've lost my touchnn(Some day, come what may)nnWhat am I suppose to saynAnd what am I suppose to donAnd how am I suppose to feelnWhen you just sit there and refuse to be realnnWhat am I suppose to saynAnd what am I suppose to donAnd how am I suppose to feelnWhen you won't even let me be real toonnI'm trying to get you to listennIt takes more than something you've Already, already, already heard.nnWhat am I suppose to saynAnd what am I suppose to donAnd how am I suppose to feelnWhen you just sit there and refuse to be realnnWhat am I suppose to saynAnd what am I suppose to donAnd how am I suppose to feelnWhen you won't even let me be real toonnWhat am I suppose to saynAnd what am I suppose to donAnd how am I suppose to feelnWhen you just sit there and refuse to be realnnWhat am I suppose to saynAnd what am I suppose to donAnd how am I suppose to feelnWhen you won't even let me be real toon