He loves me
Well, he
says he does.
Perhaps he
doesn’t really mean it
Perhaps he’s
being nice.
I wonder
how I can be sure
You just
can never tell
Perhaps if
he says it just once more
I’ll know
it’s really true.
He says he
loves me
But he
seems busy
Perhaps
he’s growing distant
What can I
do to make him love me?
Perhaps
I’ll make him angry
Cause then
I’ll know
That he
thinks I’m worth fighting for
But what if
he walks out the door?
Maybe I’ll
make him feel guilty
Then he’ll
come back to me
I’ll hold
him in my arms
And he’ll
be glad he’s with me.
You see
it’s not that I’m anxious or insecure
I just need
to know for sure
He loves
me, really loves me
Really,
really loves me
And when
he’s gone
And I’m
alone
I’ll know
he didn’t really love me
And once
again I’ll hunt for love
I’ll hunt
for love
I’ll find
that man
I’ll take
him in my arms
And hear
him say he loves me
This one
will not escape
For in my
arms entwined
I’ll know
he loves me
Caught in
my embrace
And when
sucked dry
Wilting,
withered, wasted
I’ll know
he loved me
He really,
really loved me.
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