Many times
It’s better to find
A good lie to tell
Because the truth, my love, is of many
A harsh thing for you to hear it (the truth)
If you don’t love me
I want you to say it
Don’t keep me (waiting)
Don’t pretend
If you don’t love me
I want you to say it
And when you’re speaking to me
Be sincere
And I promise you I won’t cry
I’ll bear it, I won’t call out
Only if
You disappear
Because if you stay I will probably bend (yield)
And in front of you I kneel down
Let me in
And feel sorry
If you don’t love me
I want you to say it
And when you’re speaking to me
Be sincere
Many times it’s better to find
Something to justify
And not to see it as a lie
See it (as something) (for you) to enjoy / relish
As a new lease of life