Best for last.

How dare you think you'd get away with trying to play me?

Why is it everytime I think I've tried my hardest, it 

ain't good enough? 'cause you're still not mentioning

love. What am I supposed to do to make you 
want me properly? I'm taking these chances and getting away. 
And though I'm trying my hardest, you back to her. 
And I think that I know things may never change. I'm still hoping 
one day I might hear you say I make you feel a way you 
never felt before. And  I'm all you need and that you never want more. 
Then you'd say all of the right things without a clue but 
you'd save the best for last like I'm the one for you.