He kind of knew that something was going on
He could tell by the places she was going and for how long she was gone
He kind of new when he was trying his best
He could tell by her mood swings that she had something to get off her chest
He kind of knew things were not quite right
He knew by the length of her kisses and the way she behaved at night
He kind of knew but was too scared to say
He knew if he tried to ask her stuff it could result in driving her further away
He knew she was under a lot of pressure
He kind of knew in his heart she was finding time for other pleasure
He kind of knew but was in disbelief
He knew she was in love with someone else, a dreambreaker, a thief
He kind of knew by the blank look in her eyes
He knew because she forgot what she'd said and he would doubt her lies
He kind of knew by her change in style
He knew when he gave her his heart and she could not even smile
He knew because of her hair and clothes
He kind of knew because he'd loved her for so long I suppose
He kind of knew when the passion was gone
He knew when she no longer liked the words in his favourite song
He knew when the wedding was hastily delayed
He knew then that his trust for her had already been betrayed
He kind of knew when she no longer offered her charms
He knew she was elsewhere swearing love in someone else's arms
He kind of knew but hoped it would falter
He knew; but still dreamed of one day walking with her down the altar
What he didn't know was why?
What he didn't know was who?
What he didn't know was the deceit?
What he didn't know was you?
Now, alone, he looks back at the 'special times'
Thinks about his flowers and cards and rhymes
Thinks back at when they had sex
Thinks back andknows she was fucking him knowing he was gonna be her ex
Remembers when he was being creative and trying so hard
Remembers her feeling inadequate because of his flowers and card
Remembers when he was looking after the house when she was away
He'd ask her how her night was and she'd have nothing to say
He kind of knew by the secrecy and the deceit
He kind of knew when he found random items on a hidden receipt
He kind of knew by her underwear drawer
He knew cos he'd filled it for her but still she bought more
He knew cos she began hiding his things away
He knew when she said she was at work and she'd been to Cheltenham with him for the day
He knew when she forgot all about her Mum and Dad
He knew she was not at work but with him; and that made him feel sad
He knew that he had tried his very best
He knows now that he is not enough and she wants to look and try the rest
He knows inside that she loves him still
He knows that she thinks no man satisfies her in bed like himor has his skill
What he doesn't know is, should he wait?
What he doesn't know is, his fate?
What he doesn't know is, what do do now?
What he doesn't know is, how to let her go somehow?