I know, just maybe he hopes
Hopes that I'll see, just maybe the love he consumes for me
But maybe I'm not ready.
"For what? Love?"he asked. "Maybe," I replied.
He asked why I'm never sure and I said maybe I'm confused.
Yet he hopes that maybe I'll see what true love is
"Maybe one day," I whispered to the deprived soul.
But he replied, "Maybe, is just not enough."
