You say, when I say how much I miss you,
It's not as if you dont miss me and want me there.
How am I supposed to know, you never say.
You never say you love me, unless I say it first.
So how am I meant to know?
I guess I'm wrong for wanting a little reassuring.
I pour out my heart to you, and you probably just roll your eyes.
Same old, same old.
Because i say it all the time.
Well one of us needs to,
And it's not as though I'm just saying it for something to say.
I mean every word.
But, as you say, I'm always saying it.
Well, one of us need to.
