When your heart's in someone else's plans,
Things you say and things you do,
They don't understand.
It's such a shame, always ends the same.
You can call it love, but I don't think it's true.
You should know by now, that I'm not the one.
My heart's already given, to someone else, someone.
Your words are whispers, in the wind,
Lost in the distance, and I pretend,
To listen closely, to the words you say,
But I'm already lost, in another way.
It's such a shame, always ends the same.
You can call it love, but I don't think it's true.
You should know by now, that I'm not the one.
My heart's already given, to someone else, someone.
Maybe someday, you'll understand,
That love can't be forced, with a helping hand.
Sometimes it's meant to be, and sometimes it's not,
And right now, our paths are far apart.
You should know by now, that I'm not the one.
My heart's already given, to someone else, someone.