What was It Really?
August 9, 2013
You tell me you love me,
Yet you treat me like dirt.
Everything is a game with
You; and you play with my heart.
It gets me to wonder,
It gets me to wonder.
The way we share smiles,
And the things we think
Funny, are just the pleasures
You give me at that moment.
It gets me to wonder,
It gets me to wonder.
The way we would feel
As if it were just me,
And just you,
Is the way I want to say
"I do."
It gets me to wonder,
It gets me to wonder.
It was all a lie;
Temporary satisfaction;
Or was it not?
It gets me to wonder.
It gets me to wonder.
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