We’re just doing what we always do. Finding excuses.
Well I won’t do it anymore.
You tell everyone you love me but me. Why can’t you tell me?
I will not be weak anymore. You can’t run.
You have to stay here and here at this time.
Dear, I love you. I love you so much. It consumes me.
I love you and I know you love me too.
Tell me you love me and everything we’ve done.
All the gossip and lies and the hurt have been for something.
Tell me it was for something
Three words, eight letters, say it, and I’m yours.