Rick Springfield

She looked at me with eyes that cut right through me and said
You must be blind
Let me tell you a little something about yourself
You’re the hurtin’ kind
I must admit after the pain and fight
I’ve a sneaking suspicion that you might be right
I love you, I love you, I love you
But I can’t stop hurting you
I want to, I want to
I can’t stop hurting you
I can’t, I can’t
I can’t stop hurting you, it’s getting bad
I don’t know what to do
I see you packing up all your precious little things
That mean so much to you
I hurt you now you’re moving out again
But we know just what you’ll do
We’ll see the error of our ways in crime
With conciliatory promises we’ll change this time
I love you, I love you, I love you
But I can’t stop hurting you
I want to, I want to
I can’t stop hurting you
I can’t, I can’t
I can’t stop hurting you, it’s getting bad
I don’t know what to do
I love you, I love you
I can’t stop hurting you
I need to, I need to
I can’t stop hurting you
I can’t, I can’t
I can’t stop hurting you
It’s getting bad, I don’t know what to do
And when you go I miss you all night
The wounds heal from the scratch and bite
I don’t know what’s wrong
I don’t know what’s right
But I can’t stop hurting you
I can’t stop hurting you
We talk so coolly about the pros and cons
When I get hot headed I just can’t hold on
I love you, I love you, I love you
I can’t stop hurting you
I need to, I need to
I can’t stop hurting you
I can’t, I can’t
I can’t stop hurting you
It’s getting bad, I don’t know what to do