My heart is divided to two:
Half is already filled with you
and half is waiting for you to come through.
Every now and then,
it's filled with other men
and they're trying to compete
with the fact that you exist.
But though they'll never make it,
I know that for a fact
it's good to know that someone
is fighting for my heart.
Their love could have been perfect
and soft and warm and true,
So why is it,
please tell me,
that for me there's only you?