one day I won't be sitting here
asking myself if you love me
one day you'll say the words I've been waiting for
the ones that say that you don't love me
for i know you don't really love me
im just a piece of trash,
a charity case to you
you say you love me,
but i know the truth
you talk about marriage, and all that
but do you ever wonder
whats holding me back
from saying the words that
i refuse to leave spoken?
i dont say the words because it scares me
i do love you,
but I'm scared to get too close
for if you disapear,
it could hurt me badly