Isn't It Strange?

Isn't it strange that I'm so open 'bout the things that I do? Isn't it strange that I say the things that I say? Isn't it strange that at night I leave you broken and blue Just to love you the very next day? Isn't it strange that we still talked after all of the drama? Isn't it strange that I still can't get a clue? Isn't it strange that after all of the arguments and drama All the same I still love you? Isn't it strange that I don't let up or go away? Isn't it strange that what I say is true? Isn't it strange that I hardly make sure you're okay Yet I still say I'm in love with you? Well the truth of the matter is I can't let you go No matter what you say So isn't it strange that even after you keep telling me no My love for you won't fade away?