My heart pounds as you say the three word sentence
I've herd is so many times before,
I ache to think that you may not really mean it
My soul shatters when you do that
How am I suppose to believe you?
How am I suppose to know?
Is it really what you mean?
Do you really know how it feels ?
It hurts worse to love you
Because I know that it couldn't last
I hope and I pray
I cry till my eyes turn red
I love you
I spit the words out
But I know I can't keep trying
My mouth becomes dry
I muffle another sudden cry
Why haven't I
felt this before?
Again you sing the lovely lullaby
your words are sweet
your heart, it's made of gold
Should I believe a boy
One that has a soul?
One that I barely know?