I asked you if you liked me, you said no.
I asked you if I was pretty, you said no.
I asked you if I was in your heart, you answered no.
I asked you if you were going to cry if I went away, you said no.
So I started walking, you grabbed my hand and you told me ...

I do not like you, but I love you.
You are not pretty, you are beautiful.
You are not in my heart, you are my heart.
And I'm not going to cry if you leave, but I'm going to die.