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If You Really Love Me


I keep counting

Getting lost in my own head

I sleep with your ghost

In an empty bed

I count the rain

I count the time

As it slips by me

I don't see

I can't understand

Why you couldn't just love me

The way 

A man

Should love a woman

 

You buried me

So deep

Underneath

The surface of your pain

Always just a grain

Compared to a mountain

My pain was always a second glance

Never worth your time

And I sit here

Let another day slip away

As another lonely night

Slips its way into my skin

And I can't help

But wonder

If you ever really loved me

Like you made me believe

 

You keep coming back

Over and over again

All the work I do

Comes to an end

All I want from you

You can't give me

But you still come back 

Your wounds bleed

Without me

So I sit here

On this cold floor

And I hold your hand

I kiss every scar

I heal your broken heart

While mine wilters

 

I have no more days left

To spend on you

I have no more nights

To spend crying alone

All I gave you

Was the best and worst of me

And it took all this

For me to see

That you were never

The best for me

And as much as I want to wait

And love you

The way I promised to

There's nothing left

For me to give you

So if you really love me

Leave me be

 

 

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