Our love.
Our love, was it a lie?
Do I even want to know why?
Is my heart just going to shatter more?
Or is my bleeding heart going to Lye in the floor.
You say you will and then you don't.
Which obviously means that you won't.
I always tell you how much I care.
And when you needed me I was there.
When I was upset you were there for me.
And I thought of everything you did wherever I may be.
I bleed for you I cry for you.
And what do you do?
You sit there and act like I'm stupid.
But who the hell do you think you are, cupid?
So my bleeding heart may sing the blues.
And my mouth may speak the news,
That our love really was a lie, or maybe it wasn't.
Maybe it matters to you maybe it doesn't.
But I need you to not leave me.
I would miss to the very end.
But can I even call you friend?
You know I love you whatever you do,
But when will you say I love you too?
