Holding his picture in my hand,
I can be so sure that my guy loves me.
That he loves me so completely, so fully and will forever remain true.
Buying me expensive gifts,
And never letting a tear fall from these eyes.
Telling me I'm his one and his only,
The only one he shall ever love.
I can be so sure that the guy I adore,
He still lives for me and I'm still the air he breathes.
Treating me like his one and only,
There is no doubt in my mind that he loves me.
The anger, the hurt, the pain,
All the tears I've cried over him.
Not wanting to let go of me,
Then pushing me away and closing the door
Acting hot, then acting cold.
Those hurtful words shouted at me,
Making me feel so worthless and so small,
No longer do I feel like the woman he adores.
Then doubts appear in my mind. Does he really love me the way he says he does?
So confused by his words,
One day he's himself,
The guy I fell for and the guy I adore,
The next day he's different,
And I do not like what I see.
Like they do in the movies,
Sitting in my room with a flower,
Picking at the petals,
He loves me,
He loves me not...
