Everything you ever told me could have been a lie, we may never have been in love. Stuck on thinking that there is always something to lose, or a hit from above. I don't need what I'm holding on to. I wish I knew. But meanwhile Fluctuations are aching my soul, Expectation is taking its toll. Fluctuations are aching my soul'cause everything you ever told me could have been a lie we may never have been in love. And then I will escape, I'll never ever have to see another disappointed face, no one to please. Every now and then, it feels like, in all of the universe, there is nobody for me. I told myself I wouldn't care, no I wouldn't care. But when she said she'd come round I combed my hair, yes I checked my hair. Fluctuations are aching my soul,Expectation is taking its toll.