He doesn't love you.
He'll be home any minute and I've prepared dinner like he's asked.
He doesn't love you.
He kissed me while I was wearing my white sweater so I decided to put it on again, assuming this was the one he would like on me.
He doesn't love you.
I know I don't deserve him. He's way out of my league which is why he told me I should cherish him.
He doesn't love you.
I saw him with Heather the other day. He kissed her, like he kissed me. I wonder what I did wrong? I asked him about it and he told me it was nothing and that he loved me. I told him I would try to do better.
He doesn't love you.
He said he wanted to invite his friends over, so it would probably be best if I resided to my room like he's asked. He got drunk and started breaking things, but it's okay because he said it was his house and he could do whatever he wanted. I apologized for questioning his drunken logic.
He doesn't love you.
I accidentally dropped his beer, as I was fetching it for him. He screamed at me as I cried, but it was my fault anyways. I should've been more careful. I deserved it.
He doesn't love you.
I decided to go out with my friend. The only friend I had left since I started to date him. He said to be home by six. Time got away from me, and he showed up at the club and brought me home. He called me worthless...but I deserved it. I know I did. Which is why I made his favorite meal for dinner the next day to make it up to him.
He doesn't love you.
There it was again, that faint whisper. He doesn't love you. I mean, he told me he did. He sounded like he meant it. Didn't he?
He doesn't love you.
You deserve better.
You're worth more.
Which is why, that night I left.
