With every step I take,
I love you even more,
and even when you hate me,
my tears never seem to flow,
do I really love you,
or am I just a fool,
because last time we met,
you shoved me in the pool,
I don't really love you,
for now I've figured out,
the man you used to be,
never really shouts.
You pushed me in the corner and now I'm bleeding real bad,
so why do I still love you,
maybe because I'm mad.
